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What Loving You Was Like

Like the taste of wind escaping my hands.

Like tea gone cold, too steeped, unsipped.

Like letters, writ large upon a wall, such that
they can be read only one at a time
and the complete word never grasped.

Like time-travel science, sabotaged by itself
and terminated before it could learn its own extended secret.

Like a fat cat’s dream of gazelle in savanna grass,
interrupted by the creak of a tuna can lid opening.

Like graffiti on train cars, constrained to tracks,
observed and forgotten at the momentary
crossing of paths, but remembered,
perhaps with regret, by its artist.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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