I saw you, lost to me forever,
in a vision of this time.
While I was staying, you were
leaving, sailing away from this
place in a ship of orange and
amber- flaming, flaming,
fanning your life out
far away from here.

I stayed on to work,
and remembered
what I saw
that night:
your long brown hair
folding me, twisting me
around as if I were
the center of a storm.

You left me here,
staring at my hands,
between my fingers,
wisps of hair.

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