Vantaa

Of course I miss you—
more than anything
                miss you ,

more missed you than
everything kissed
since we good-bye

in the
departure hall
of Helsinki airport
at lover’s length—

my slow separation from us
through queues planeward
to see
the slip of your black coat
the sway of your fuck-knotted hair
clipped & cut by the crowd

stretched—broken—
away! the sculpture of held hands
as I emptied my clothes for security

) & if the last time in life of us
, without knowing
                or held up
to the light of cherish
through stripe & socked glass

is done for the infinity
of my breath, then let

my aeroplane into the crashing sea;

burdened by weight of a
heart lying in me be less

than the procession of nights
thinking through words for you
that never even come close.