Thoughts of you settle upon me
Lightly, slowly, unnoticed until I am
buried.
It was realization, not you, that
rocked me in earthquake,
Though I would still call you geologic.
The new gray hairs in my beard are
proof
Of how long it took me to get over you,
Of all the time I waited for the
comet-strike.
So ends the Pre-Graying Period of my life
When I would end the world for your
kiss,
My epoch-a-lips.
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