I
have missed your old eyes
looking
out from a three year-old
finger
picture painted
by
a dead eighteen-year-old
girl
I have missed your serious breeziness
your
intuitive grasp of justice
and
a cat-like balance
I
like your gut reaction
I
like your confessional edge when
you
make an error
I
have missed your courage
and
integrity
reserving
the right to refrain or retract
your
clause as the case seems necessary
I
have missed those sorry tangles
and
I have missed the mark many times
as
many times as you have
perhaps
we miss only what we have
trained
our eyes on
perhaps
the dark is where these things belong
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