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

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