afar
a far
far away
he lays
not in my arms
where he never knew
not in my eyes
for i, always
too far, too shy
to look
he rest
quietly, i presume
and I walk by
and over
and back
and over
beneath is quiet
only slight trembles
afar
far from me
to reach
unless i dig
the familiarity of absence
is good enough
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