only in this new world
where ones and zeroes define
each word and color to take shape
can a farewell be born to remain
without touch, sight, or hearing.

for this reason perhaps i cling
to when the same light and sound
halved so they may join themselves
in full and equal new measure
between and within, for us.

passionate as i am, please

*let your distance and silence stay true
even as thought seeks to close its eyes
to the memory of you while each lung
stifle and choke the air so my tongue may
never again shape nor taste your name.

let me be the sole inheritor
to the memory of our last night
whose slivers i will feed  
to the mouths of forgetting
while i live on dying.