Gleam

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Silver from an extinguished star--
as if it still is
what it was, and not
merely its ghost --
the way
old dreams taunt us
as we go over
and over the moment before the moment
that changed everything.

We look for a strategy against loss.
Though you can no longer see
my hand over your face, I drag hope
into a future where light is a non-essential:
and see now
it could never have been otherwise.