Sometimes I Miss Your Life More Than I Miss You

Adam Clay

To learn a language or to marry

a form to another is without

guarantee or concern like a rock

in a snowstorm

depending upon your finding

it to exist. Time passes

strangely in every town

you enter but what

if you do not

find yourself there?

How sudden the faces fall away

from your mind, from any mind

with so much upon it

and so much without it?

In most (if not all) instances,

the mind would prefer

to sleep and saddle the world.

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