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By Ali Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.09.28.32676]] |
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Years later, I see your handwriting, a secret in blue, clearly printed where I might see it. I had thought you had forgotten, abandoned the memory, peeled my heart in silence, almost gleefully, and without care. Years later, still, I could never reconcile your lack of explanation, your stack of promises that became my mistakes. But today? I saw in you in a way, impossible, and like a ruined execution, I breathed a moment of stolen care. But the taste is different. I am not, I am not-- only, I am. Without you. It's too late, and too far, too much of too many-- All I feel is impossibility. The rest of my ghosts no longer know you, and they puzzle at the strangeness-- your invading thought, printed in letters I had forgotten, strung together in a message that I don't want to be for me. |