Rob Spiegel

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My Ears and No Lies
 
Not my mountains but your breath
mattered this afternoon. I miss
the way you meant to be with me.
 
The shadow of fingers touching all day long,
your bruised lips saying my name
into the darkness as though stones could live.
 
I kept seeing your car at the curb
by the park weeks after you left –
your breath in my ear and no lies.
 
I can’t make your land – rooted way
below the heart. Today I whispered
your name into nobody’s darkness.