It's the irrelevance
I miss -
. brushing a hair
. from your brow
. still damp in sleep.
These memories
slide in smooth
defy regulation replies
of the single;
these you don't confess.
Rather you smooth them back,
give the obligatory laugh
at celibacy;
move on to world peace -
something remotely relevant.
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