after the rains came,
& there was no me and you
your face became a perfect guess
which once I only knew,
& other skin became
a haunting thing, & every dream
an echo in the hollow light
of what it might have been
& every dream a ghost, a broken
vow, a passing widow
& sleep brings no relief
I am a conscript for tomorrow
& now you call me conqueror
where once you called me kind
you made a claim upon
the hidden places of my mind
& distance is my enemy,
who once I longed to know
I’m freer than the wind that flees
& almost as alone
& now the space between us
that I borrowed for my freedom
is knocking at the window
demanding that I pay them
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