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(missing from some earlier editions - the ed)
This road is long, longer than any he’s
driven recently and darker – it’s already night, everyone is asleep and he’s
thinking of her.
Again?
She comes with the night, when the missing
is strongest.
The bright light of day will distract him,
but tonight the quarter moon hangs in the west over his shoulder.
He knows she can see it, that if she stands
outside and stands in her courtyard and looks up she will see it too.
Perhaps she sees the other side, it would
explain a lot.
As he drives, the moon is slowly sinking;
this just makes everything more intense.
Soon she will be asleep but he must drive
on.
Questions; unanswered but unasked as well.
They have no place, except maybe in that
sinking moon.
There will be calm with the dawn, but the
moon will rise again.
The next time it will be fuller.
But that is a long time hence.
The night is long.
Time is long.
This road is long.
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