pantoum for a lover

It’s hard to accept: we exist out of context
Alone and denuded of names, dates and times,
Fumbling feebly from one misfire to the next,
Wondering if others feel the same.

Alone and denuded of names, dates and times
I lovingly, covetously, picture your face,
Wondering if others feel the same,
Wholly comforted by what’s missing most.

I lovingly, covetously, picture your face,
Pale as fresh milk, affectionately creased. I’m
Wholly comforted by what’s missing most:
You in me and me in you, every time

Pale as fresh milk, affectionately creased, I’m
Fumbling feebly from one misfire to the next
You in me and me in you, every time
Alone and denuded. It’s hard to accept.