Missed Listened Slammed

I grasped halfly at you
at your partial outlines
missed for a vague period
the resplendent need.

Limped and crutched you
getting out of the house
repeating exact opposites
of fractured lessons.

I translated you into
a gift between galaxies
but there you in repose
sit still unopened.

Stood and would neither
strip bark nor guesses
filled out and stranded
into rope of rescue.

I owled into your window
condensation of silence
all doubt hooted over
panes joined by patience.

So long listened looked
as type set as a book
slammed as door blown
we open it every day.


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