Hello, old Self
I know you
When the dullness of your ache
Fell away from you
Like an opened cotton curtain
Letting in the light
And your misery
Fizzled out
In the busy dizziness
Dazzling,
Blinding,
Bright...
You slipped away;
(Maybe like me
At a people-peppered party
When the echo
of my own obliging cheer
Grows hollow in my weary ears
And it comes quick and clear
You know?
—no one will really care
Who chatters, or in what chair
Exchange my face
For any stranger there
They wouldn’t know
To
Miss
Me
...)

What am I for?

You were not made
To walk
Without a wound
Your new surroundings
Puzzled you
And so you smiled
And slyly slipped
Secretly
To the side

I did not see you
For such a long long time...

Hello, old Self

Now that you arrived
With your silent ache
And the stony set
Of your flinty face,
I miss you
Backwards
For all the lost days

You were me once
I would know you
Anywhere...
Your scars
Are still the same

Come in and sit
We will be quiet
And we will hurt
Together