missing you poem

brief on a flying night
see, from this counterfeit of him
though i am little as all little things
did you ever see an alligator
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
she must go back, she said
i saw him once before
night was black and drear
stay no more
if i should die, think only this of me
i have seen the proudest stars
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
there by the window in the old house
do you remember