Would Drift

the wood would drift as driftwood would do o'er waters nearly still, but still kept to move and drift me away from being near you alignment cast to space too swiftly removed to horizon flattened and to curvature beyond the voice, your countenance, your memoried scent cat-burgled with fishes that quietly abscond to drift past awareness to timed curve circumvent i think i remember a certain crook of the toes i hear catnapped-voice lulling to gentle snore i see your mouth, your eyebrows, well-rounded nose but their sharpness is blurred recalling before time, the healer, has sanded memories drift removing the longing, but too, taken the gift © Goode Guy 2013-08-06