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Well, hello there…

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But in the end it wasn’t up to me. The big things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we’re born.

Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer’s retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.

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You were gone before it even sank in that you were here. I should have hugged you at least four more times.

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And all the things I wish I had not said, are played in loops ‘til it’s madness in my head.  Somehow everything I own, smells of you. And for tiniest moment, it’s all not true. You could be happy. I hope you are. You made me happier than I’d been by far.

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FACT: Polyamorous people gain new partners through a complicated courtship dance which can last for days. During this time other partners become necessary as they act as backup dancers.