To begin with randomness:
staring at a broken piece of mottled glass
alone in the dried-up river bed.
To continue with misgivings:
an empty Friday night,
your voice betraying surprise
on the other end of the line.
We crawled out of oceans to come scream on hilltops,
but there are still hornets in our garden.
Now I know why I never got the plane tickets (2),
the box of x-ray pencils, the newspapers,
Christmas gifts and apology letters...
You never sent them.

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