Poem #3 of 30

WHAT YEARS CAN’T DO

He felt her watching

He smelled her

Whatever he touched was her

There were no days

That midnight marked

With its invisible x,

Even when he

Turned to the next page,

He managed to understand

How to be out of her presence.

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