Hyacinth
by Kieren Jeane

How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?

- Rumi

No educated grief.

No plus-one for any island.

No hundred thousand acres of flames.

No more morning horoscopes.

No caller in my pocket as I drive away.

No late night sunglasses with two plastic spoons.

No nocturnal smile.

No swooping cursive love notes.

No external bleeding.

No family planning or farmland across the finish line.

No lover coming back in the morning after what I said.

No man. No one.

No resolved issues, or love we can handle.

No separate ways of living - just you all over me.

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