"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I think of you again, only a little this time.
Enough to feel the atom of thought neutralise me.
Freezing like a frost, only gently, each other part.
Darling, I cannot hold even an ounce of you.
That would require my small heart to stop.
Each primary function of me is given up
to think of you again, even a little.