a recent poem.

[anamacha]

Because of you, in cramped autumn hallways I ache.
Because of you, every window holds your face,
every night a reminder of you; I have forgotten your face
I no longer remember your hands
yet the thought of you floats and teases me
every night, every twilight.

Every stolen moment we shared
plays over, bolstered by my faulty memory
invigorated beyond reality by my imagination;
I have forgotten your eyes
I have forgotten your lips
yet over and over these forgotten moments replay.

I am chained to my vague and unrefreshed memory of you,
I live with pain that is like an open wound
if you touch me you may do me irreparable harm.

The self-imposed silence
stands between us like a living breathing thing.

I have forgotten your love
I have forgotten your voice
I have forgotten your body
yet still you remain,
unfinished

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05.October.05