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By Ali Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.09.25.32086]] |
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I used to wrap your memories in newspaper— now, they are new again, a lightly lined disaster, a message about myself that I have been trying to forget. I can’t forget. You’ve marked me, the skin underneath my skin, touched beyond touching. Only my eyes tell your story. I am sure that you have forgotten, forgotten that I used to wrap your memories in newspaper, a gift of onyx— I tried to tell my heart, until everything was shown. But if I had realized what I already must have known, I wouldn’t have wasted the paper, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to protect you. I didn’t protect me— I didn’t even know how. I loved you, and it changed me. |