This summer which
only consisted of your
absence -

I felt you everywhere
even in the fur
of a cat that had strayed far from home
even in the draught coming from
the metro shaft

All those endearments,
embraces between us -

I’ll never be able
to make you feel them.

 Ludwig Steinherr, “Letter” (translated by Richard Dove)

yes

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