i have not gone marking
the days since you left
swirling like an ebb tide
from my receding shore
i have not gone crying
frozen tears to shatter on the sand
from which the wind carries off gently, silently
all traces of snow and frost
i have not gone wandering
about the hills of your future
through the laughter of the children
who might see through your dark eyes
i have not gone feeling
the absence of your fingertips
against my flesh
burning with what has become cold
i have not gone alone into this winter
warmed by the bits of you left in me
my frozen heart still beating
in irregular rhythms as it always has
i have not forgotten
the seasons
of your touch
February 8, 2002, 12:43 a.m., atlanta
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