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Missed

Missing the one who is missing
Is a way of finding him and also
A way of keeping him, a way of
Not losing him even if I know he
Is missing, gone, and I lost him
On that winter day, not a wintry 
Day, actually unseasonable for
The date, a day in winter, at the
End of February, the day he had
Passed from being by my side to
A state of memory and recall, a
Memory at every turn, always on
Call, but no longer here, missing

Losing you

Losing you as you slowly 
Lose yourself is like that
Frantic feeling when you 
Can't find your keys, you
Rummage but your breath
Has stopped, why's this
Happening? What's wrong
With me that I can't hold
Onto- it is, of course, more 
Profound than missing 
Keys or anything from this
Woman's purse, watching
Helplessly as your mind 
Wanders so far from any
Reality but the one you trip
Over and imagine, the one
That upsets or amuses you.
You are here and you are 
Lost, that's where this stops
Being like my keys which I 
Inevitably find. Losing you
Is unlike any other loss. Of
Course it's not like the keys.