You once sat,
in the palm of my hand
told me love,
was our home to share.
Did I forget?
You once raved,
of my stellar cooking
often looking
where I couldn't see.
Did I forget?
I paced the hospital floor
seeking an end
to the anticipation of doom
you couldn't fight.
Did I forget?
A long breath leaves you
lost in the atmosphere
you die alone
in endless night.
Did I forget!
Did I forget that you made me?
That you toiled for hours in the womb of love
nursing the fractures I had when you found me?!
Did I forget how you taught me symbols of communication
that allowed you to understand me beyond the shallow
shadows that I was so used to receiving as love?
I must have forgotten? My heart must be rotten...
Did I forget the taste of the salt on your lips,
as if you were a boundless sea that would
never drown me, or sequester me from light?
I must have lost my mind, why!
Why can one act unbind the seams
of such a precious gift: the threads
of love and the tome of truth!
When I fell in love again,
I must have forgotten,
because for the first time
in my wandering life
I didn't know you
anymore.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
You once sat,
in the palm of my hand
told me love,
was our home to share.
Did I forget?
You once raved,
of my stellar cooking
often looking
where I couldn't see.
Did I forget?
I paced the hospital floor
seeking an end
to the anticipation of doom
you couldn't fight.
Did I forget?
A long breath leaves you
lost in the atmosphere
you die alone
in endless night.
Did I forget!
Did I forget that you made me?
That you toiled for hours in the womb of love
nursing the fractures I had when you found me?!
Did I forget how you taught me symbols of communication
that allowed you to understand me beyond the shallow
shadows that I was so used to receiving as love?
I must have forgotten? My heart must be rotten...
Did I forget the taste of the salt on your lips,
as if you were a boundless sea that would
never drown me, or sequester me from light?
I must have lost my mind, why!
Why can one act unbind the seams
of such a precious gift: the threads
of love and the tome of truth!
When I fell in love again,
I must have forgotten,
because for the first time
in my wandering life
I didn't know you
anymore.
It's strange how all of these events in our lives are connected to one another. If we spare a moment to forget the idea of loneliness, we can find one another drifting in the same expanse of a short yet profound distance.
Enjoy!
DEW
