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moments, even though slivers
of empty must be grouted
to keep out the crumbs of tomorrow

like now when I should be packing
and you are frolicking with your friends alone
the need is strong to fill the joint

an empty gap gathers thoughts
stories of what could eclipsing
my fantasies of what should

so I fill them, these quiet moments
spaces without embraces
spaces without adulation

with wine and cheese and memories
in hopes that a full tummy and dull mind
will carry me to the next trough