I feel your coming absence in my soul
Deeper than I thought I would, because
Beyond the known, expected sense of dole
Which I'd be disappointed if it was
Absent, there's a level down below
Of floating, radical uncertainty:
Not about us, for I am sure you know
I feel as optimistic as can be,
But rather about how the world can work,
Spin on its axis, bring in daily weather,
Orbit the sun, and not stop with a jerk
In disarray because we're not together.
There ought to be a cataclysm to
Accompany the fact I'm not with you.
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