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Today I have two memories of you

The first, the night we said hello
  sitting on your haunches
  at the edge of a platform
Earnestly we passed the cup
You were golden
I inhaled your radiance
 
The second, I am reaching my hand
  up the sleeve of your jacket
  insistent as tree roots upending a sidewalk
  envious of your clothing
  its proximity to your skin

The night you wore my totem
  around your neck
The night you kissed me goodbye
  on a street corner in the snow
The night we remade the world
  in our own image
  before you traveled south
  to collect more possessions
  in the form of experience
  and I too
  became cargo

Several months later I revisit
  those places we shared
  Make them mine again

You have robbed me of sleep
  for I know too well

I never robbed you of anything at all