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Feb 2013
It slipped my mind what year it was:
A time where rains slashed relentlessly
Against sliding glass windows.

I was in it, in that room,
Whoever it belonged to;
Amazement at a familiar site
That two lovers had once occupied
To escape the world, their everywhere--
As the rain poured, in and through
The stirring of memory from long ago

Beside the window, a table
A video camera playing
What I had watched from long ago
Made by someone, I couldn't name who
Perhaps I had forgotten.

Little papers stuck against the glass
Being battered by the rain
And in that dream, something finally awakened
That things I had chosen to leave to long ago:

The beating, love, the memory
Intoxication and the naked man
Imagined creatures we had made;
Making love beside a teddy bear

I remember, Lord help me, I remember.

This was your room from long ago.
You left it to me when you left for Australia.
Written, perhaps, not as a dream, in the year 2020. I had loved you.
Written by
Trina Lyubov  Floating by the Riverbed
(Floating by the Riverbed)   
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