There is always an again by Terry Cummings


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And then I am apart from you again
There is always an again
Why does there have to be a terminal point
For happiness?
An end?

And yet this is not a broken end
It is a pause instead
A rest
A time to breathe
Alone again
To nurture comforts memory
And realise
gravity

I am a crest
A happy thing upon your wave
Which moves for you
On you
Upon your breadth
A shallow thing
So temporary
So grateful

So temporary
Upon a pause
That waits

There is always an again