Separations

 

What is becoming of
me in my—ours, (yours) when
I run this and

 

hesitate to show
window panes around
the white molding. May-

 

be I can’t feel
anything any-
more in the cracks.

 

When (and if) I
am wrong to hold
some ones for you,

 

so to speak. To say, that
I can’t show you every-
some anymore that I

 

am still here for you in
nearly all,
(as now mine, your

 

millions only dangle).
As even if (you won’t)
the ways I keep you

 

safe, here
there is nothing
up, up

 

to chance, and so—
and welcome something in
me, as. Tonight

 

is to…for remembering
an almost feeling,
but only through

 

deserving in earnest
(which is an earning). While
you a meadow…no, just

 

as you are, this is
striving to be told
to be something

 

that you are,
if not equally, so
just different.

 

 

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Nash Tomey is a double bassist at New England Conservatory of Music, getting his BA in Music Performance.  He has always had a passion for poetry.