Thursday, January 2, 2014

certain losses

   this mirror
       this cold
never ending
         so      sound
           - believes in
       this cold
warm below
               under the raging sun
          for delights yet polished
i can't remember your face anymore,
             dear mother
       i can't remember your heart
  this mirror
      this heat
the sound of air
                moving through me
      never gave myself a name
         who are you?    where did you go?
for those of you never born:
               don't begin
i don't even remember why
but your laugh is still with me
i remember it better than myself
i wish you hadn't gone
      and left me here alone

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