I feel your absence as keenly
as a lost limb, the phantom pain
of your voice waking me in night
with its refrain: what will you do?
I have no more an answer now than
the day you boarded the black train,
its passenger lulled into forgetfulness
by the hum of the wheels…all except
for you, of course, the one who never
needed help forgetting anything.

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