And so here I am, Back again in your blindspot. Not in your thoughts, Nor in your fascinations, Not even a chance, years from now, To be in your recollections. To be in your blindspot, Is like not even being born, But...
Here I am thinking, You were nicer to me When you were pregnant Now all you do is Give me a frown, An abrupt look away So I urge you, Become pregnant again, And walk in through the hallway On a bright sunny morning So...
Saying “this grave is for you” you put me to sleep one night, Years ago. Erased me from your memory. Now, when our lost intimacy presses my heart, I roll up my full sleeves, touch my naked forearms...
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And so here we are
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
I write to you pretending I wrote to no one in particular; as though we are strangers at last; Why then my heart is heavy when you replied, as though we will be strangers forever? One from the vault, scribbled heart...
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