is missing his partner:
lost in a sea of blankets, jeans,
t-shirts and sweaters -
a sea that smells muskly
of love - moonlit hazy love
you gave me a long black plain sock
to coffin in which my lost sock is returned
it is like my sock
but is not my sock
i sill miss my dear sock
but i know it's warm and drifting
in the sea of our love -
the coffin fits my foot well
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