What Would I Say
to you now? Ruptured
is the memory
of you who called me
glad in
the
open air of summer.
In the winter I was
wrapped in the linen
of
your existential
syllables.
But I cannot package time
as can you,
who disappeared
as sugar in warm water.
I stir in the memories.
The
denial
at the cross.
You
knew
of my oneiromantic
slumber.
They caused
but a shrug
from you
who once said
I Do
I see
your image
in the
unhonorable
thrall,
the unbearable
stocastic
Chance.
Alone.
Caroline,
April 22, 2026
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
What Would I Say
to you now? Ruptured
is the memory
of you who called me
glad in
the
open air of summer.
In the winter I was
wrapped in the linen
of
your existential
syllables.
But I cannot package time
as can you,
who disappeared
as sugar in warm water.
I stir in the memories.
The
denial
at the cross.
You
knew
of my oneiromantic
slumber.
They caused
but a shrug
from you
who once said
I Do
I see
your image
in the
unhonorable
thrall,
the unbearable
stocastic
Chance.
Alone.
Caroline,
April 22, 2026
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