somewhere I know
you’re missing me –
I feel it in my bones
thick as blood
the curse of love
some other to atone

some other truth
an ageless lie –
to me they taste the same
as chicory to brandy –
memory to flame

somewhere
there is no faulting –
or life to intercede
somewhere
we sleep as one
in fields of green

beyond the reach
of wanting –
for another hand to hold
somewhere
the heart remembers
how I miss you
in my soul

. . .