Remind me. Always
remind me of how important
someone’s words to someone. You
are that representation. A symbol,
a token and a sign that everyone should
remember that things still matter  
in this existing solid matter. You
stand there with a paper and mic, palpitating
heart you said. I nod. Agreed. Then you proceed.
Standing there you look like a glass (transparent –
damp glass) you stand there with gazing eyes through,
trying, trying, along the minutes you keep on trying
and you pierced this target when you let go. Let go
of the obscured yet revealing phrases. Promised words
that we’ll go places.  

Remind me. Always,
you remind me of strings. Not the
brittle ones but the thick and sturdy
strings that hold shattered and forgotten
pieces of every puzzle you tried to place (together).
A glue and a gun you tried once again. Pulled off the
trigger and uncapped every cover, you tried. I don’t.
I don’t know if you succeeded, but you pierced. Every  
being and feeling of one’s existence. You should know.
You have my heart. You may slip the idea of it- but
in the end, you still have it.