Our Lives Apart
I simply stared into space and
on solitary inquisition
and
if asked, pronounced her name
with deliberation
One syllable after another
in slow unconscious seduction
She might have woven
each strand of her hair
so I can forever have an inedible constraint
Every root meant something…
sometimes the length of a storm
Sliding one way on our sinful Sundays,
and another
as transient jealousy drew close
Mislaid utterances atoned in song
marked in rhythms meant to end
when we do
Silent dreams extended...
and equally interrupted by fate,
From that, a slew of words
and names that fade…
with time
with pain
Until our lives apart
remain simply lives...
And memories of us result in poems
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