once i could enumerate
every smile, grin and grimace
the contours of your face ingrained
along the ridges of my grey matter
like stony presidents on Rushmore
but like them perspective required
to get the sense and stature of you
and now you seemed diminished
integrity indigenous now disingenuous
against the greater open sky
time and distance the measure gained
from the time we said goodbye
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