The day…nthat it became…nclear…nwas…nthe first time that I saw you for the 150th time,nbut can you blame me?nI was reaching, reaching…nhalfway across the Atlantic Ocean.nnThe place…nit socked my square jaw face…nmy toe had dipped to ratenand you grabbed me, in up to my waist.nContrary to unpopular opinion, the water was welcoming warm,nand we slid easily,nwrapped up and reaching, reaching…nhalfway across the Atlantic Ocean.nnGONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you’rengone, gone, gone. The oven’s cozy when you’rengone, gone, gone. Prescriptions filled when you arengone.nnThe time…I grope to findnthat there is no sign…nwith bottomless hope, I’ll dive.nThen, I will swim ‘til my limbs are numb and dim,nWith a paralysed hip, I’ll slip, fingertips to sea lip.nEternally reaching, more thannhalfway across the semantic ocean.nnGONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you’rengone, gone, gone. The oven’s cozy when you’rengone, gone, gone. Prescriptions filled when you arengone, gone, gone. It’s cocked and loaded when you’rengone, gone, gone. My knives get sharpened when you’rengone, gone, gone. It tastes like almonds when you’rengone, gone, gone. The traffic’s playful when you’rengone. Take flying leaps when you arengone. Autoerotic when you’rengone. See, I’ll be fine when you arengone.