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when Sorry and Thank you
and I forgive you
signal the end of a single melody
cunning and bittersweet
all other words seem futile in comparison
to the agony and the majesty
of the silent and the knowing

when gin and tonic
and novocaine
can’t touch you
Forever is lingering around the corner
behind the cyprus hills
above the black bicycles
on the white of an old Greek column

when Goodbye is all that is left
your voice trembles at the weight
the beautiful heaviness
the vacancy filled with everything beyond you
touched only by I’ll miss him and
her
on a proud and lonely inkpot

when the vision from the Spirit
is too vast for letters
skeletal in the early light
the Soul whispers
no need
the Heart whispers
Try