"The true shape of love... is absence."
~ Sean Thomas Dougherty
I carry it in my arms all day, every
day. This is how I know it's more
than its absence. Pre-emptive can mean
that before the clock strikes the hour,
I've lit all the lamps against darkness. I eat
early and drink glass after glass of water
before midnight; after, I take nothing by mouth
for a test in the morning. It feels like there's
a hollow in my gut. There, only the thrashing
of branches like whips in the wind. But I keep
returning: how can I believe silence
only means refusal, only means a turning
away? Remember me as more than
a moon that drifted from your orbit.


