Now that you’re gone
stand still
arms outstretched
in the middle of absence
as
I sort the possessions
untangle the lines
words from drift
hang the suns
leaden lures
from your fingertips
run in circles like a child
eyes open blind
around you
seeking
loss
of perspective
balance
and self
to speed the days’
number into ending
orbit multiplied
by handed
sorrow
and ten

.