when you are away
i remember
all of your contours
every curve
that sweeps through your time
that sweeps through my space

i store them within me
where they are always safe
like some soft dream
a myth that lives in every dark place
as growing starlight that streams
from a rescuer’s headlamp
telling me that everything,
it will all be ok

when you are away
i think of your contours
and how we come together
to make music in the hollows,
bright notes born between us
the deep and the sharp
echoes of a bow drawn across strings
moving outward

forever from your contours