what I dwell on

still

the man who plays

the gentlest instrument

has gone from 

a prior instance of the time

when you thought everything was within your grasp

when you thought everything was within a green sphere of the 

darkest kind of life

please

tell me you don't think of me
anymore

I'm not even close to the
man who is
right for you

not even close to the man
who believes the things you
want him to

I'm not even close.

Not even close to the
man whose smoothness,

whose softest derivatives
you thought you knew.