Counting
In your presence, I countProfile lingered on hungrily
Pretending not to feel
Eyes tracing my face
Hand never left empty for long
Soon satisfied with yours
Sweet sufficiency in touch
Words let loose into the space between
Received, considered, responded to
Sweet communion of intercourse
Emotions ebb and flow, a lunar shift
You root deep down, an anchor
Unmoved, though caressed by tides
In your absence, I count
Time trailing off past the horizon
Months, Weeks, Days, Hours
Years left behind us like regrets
Offenses forged from vapors and ashes
Implications ripening into conclusions
Ire a simpler thing than yearning
Excuses heaped against transgressions
Justifications for closing doors
Rationalizations my one defense
Fears which percolate the emptiness
You leave in the wake of retreat
Multiplying in the darkness there
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