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When the gap closes

11/5/2017

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I touch my tongue to
The iron tang of an open wound
Thinking of you
Tasting the sting of your absence
A swollen rawness


I am not incomplete
For missing you
Being more whole each day than the one before
And surer of it
The space is a lesson of my limits or their lack
I find myself in your measure
A scale too big to break


And when the gap closes
When the flesh is new
Pearlescent and smooth
I will be better for you
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