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Jul 2014
Familiarity in the sea
of everything that would be,
could be abruptly switched over
to some routine
you did not
remember.

May it not be the same
house, when I wake
to keep me warm,
to keep me sane?
And when I wake,
will there be a different odor
to the sheets
stained with familiar
love affairs?
And when I wake,
may I not remember
the hands that could
change my mood
from alone to
deeply satisfied?
And when I wake,
should I not have memorized
the shape of your fingertips,
the walls of your cave,
nor the smell of your linens,
that shall be the day,
when I will start to remember
that I could not bare the
lonely dismissal of your longing
return.

When I wake,
I need to remember.
For everything you are
I am.
And I am far to
deep, to forget you
my dear Sun*.
Carla Michelle
Written by
Carla Michelle  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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