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Moon,

I said, we’re both scarred now.

Are they quite beyond you,

the simple words of love? Say them.

You are not my mother;

with my mother, I waited unto death.

— KATHLEEN JAMIE, “Moon”

I’ll miss you when you’re here.

— SEAN HILL, “Postcard from a Destination”