Different World

As your anniversary draws near,
I spend my nights trying to catch
sleep with both hands
but like the air, it slips
through the gaps of my fingers
though I keep them well shut.
As my eyelids flicker
at the blinding glare
of my computer, I wonder
where you are now.
Can someone just disappear
like the last puff
of breath they give out?
Or are they lingering in the air,
in a different form,
in a different dimension,
in a different world?
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12 November 2005
(revised 30 July 2006)