The impending distance is still
Incomprehensible –
Yet often when I look at you
There’s a feeling
Hovering
somewhere between us
Like dust which only glitters in rays of sunlight,
Which bodes loss and injustice
To soon be harvested from life;
A conscious ungratefulness
That the virtue of your kind would entirely forbid,
For I keep forgetting
That life was the one who mused you;
Who cast your disposition and your presence unto me.
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