Stiff in bed
My ribs clench
Imprisoning sobs
Meant much earlier
For parole
This is the body
We each have shared
Mine wrought from
Imagined futures
Yours both now
Lines in this poem
Moving through
Unreal time
The lag of heavy
Missing
Comforts like
Your lyric arms
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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