despite the pain I still wish to re member You
piece your photograph back from the ashes I hold
in my cold hands
despite the sadness I linger within the margins
haunt you like a ghost, that is what I do
piecing the past together fragment by fragment
like the night illusion that by holding myself
I’ll piece my heart back together
I still find you in the ruins, I’m the other country
you don’t visit the distant war the old pain you know not of
the words you can’t read the language you can’t speak
and yet I write these feeble words so that I’ll be
there with you, here and there, my arm extended
like this open, white page, like a white pristine mouth
which hasn’t known speech or touch or pain or silence
there are words which are best understood when not uttered
and when I look at my hand and the pen I see myself on a screen
not missing missing you, not feeling touching you, not knowing knowing you
as you are blissfully buried into whiteness dis re membered through these black words
and when the screening stops I extend my hand in the distance and I feel
we are still somewhere and I’ll pin you down within this page
if you’ll let me
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