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You wake up with that look I like
and I smile back with squinted eyes
like the sun is shining here in this bed.

Soon, you will leave me as usual and the sky will not fall,
though it will rain enough to swamp the street gutters.

You are a pricey plane ticket to Granada purchased too late,
the warm Andalucían air that I dream of but have never felt,
the vertigo of transition turning my stomach.

I’m haunted by your leaving,
the calm that follows saying goodbye,
the howl of the Union Pacific steel trains coming and going.

With the fog still drooping about the modest field,
the sun has never seemed so hesitant to start over.

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A cough of grey morning mist
is creeping outside the window and in the crowded cupboard.
Little did we know that the cat crying to be let inside
was caught in rain;
rain that falls in love with the present anonymously
and disappears at the sound of distant trains.

You woke up with that look I like
and I smiled back with squinted eyes
like the sun was shining right here in this bed.

Soon, you will leave me as usual and the sky will not fall,
though it will rain enough to swamp the street gutters.

You are a pricey plane ticket to Granada purchased too late,
The warm Andalucían air that I dream of but have never felt,
the ache of transition turning my stomach.

I’m haunted by your leaving, your imprint on my mattress,
the calm that succeeds saying goodbye again,
the howl of the Union Pacific steel trains coming and going.

With the fog still hanging about the modest field,
the sun has never seemed so hesitant to start over.

I kiss your forehead, missing you before you even leave,
pretending that I’m still here in this bed
amid sunbathing under a soft blue Spanish sky.