Patrolling Nights
Only in cities do I miss you now: among the crowded streets
Quick with faces like blurred headlights, the shadows
Of the night fasten and latch, and it is autumn again.
The violet air pools, slips and streams by me
Like the notes from a flute, and
I reach for your hand,
Afraid. But all that is past now. Winter
Brought on a terrible cough, and with it
The strange consolation the soil beneath me
Was suffering as I was, undone
By heart’s fury, heart’s blood. And yet it seems
To me I’ve lived like this forever, face
Against the windowpane, waiting for the sun to set,
For the darkness to settle in, to make my solitary walk,
And hope against hope—fingers crossed—
To meet with such another as patrols the dark.
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