THE UNMAKING

Time, that thief
had broken in
to my head as I slept

and stolen
not a thing
or rather removed

everything and then
put it back again
exactly but not-exactly

in the same place
so that I felt violated
and could not live

in my self again
it was as if even
my ghost had died

my ghost's ghost had arrived
taken the place
of who I was

I
no longer
I

your death
still
un-making me