Yes, I’ve forgotten you / A thousand times over. / Sometimes, / I even forget your name! / And I would play the association game / to recall it. / How is it that a phantom / from a far gone past / Still haunts my mind? / Perhaps we didn’t have a proper goodbye / Or whatever we had didn’t die? / This much I know / That I have gotten over you / A thousand times already / (A million more, I suppose) / And this gravity deep in my heart / Makes me gasp for precious air. / This horrible pressure / of defending the guilty, / Stealing joy from another, / Protecting my last piece of… / Utter nonsense! / For in the end, / We will forget our own names / What good is it then / doing this over / and over, and over, / and…? in another life / I will love you / tenderly / as the early morning’s sigh / upon the fragile dew /// do we need words / to build our theater of dreams? / where scene after scene / something ethereal / has revealed itself to be / almost solid /// like a touch / a kiss / at times ghostly / a warm vibration / somewhere near our hearts / but not quite /// maybe in another region / another realm / another time / had I loved you, I wonder / in another life? And so you’ve come to me at last / not while I was still hurt, humiliated, confused, angry / not while I kept jumping back and forth / future, present, past. You’ve come to me / no apology, no poetry / it was one of those moments when words are unnecessary / indeed, detrimental / to both those who gives and receives. / Wordless truth (I heard that term somewhere) / wordless truth coupled with / perfect timing. There you were pressing your lips against mine / no french kiss, mind you / strange that it’s not a french kiss, / and strange that the pressure feels… / real and surreal. Then you kissed the top of my head / like I was a child / I felt the warmth, moisture of your kiss / a wet sunlight / Wordless truth / perfect timing / perfect ending / to our story at last. At last I woke up / it was one of those moments / when you feel disoriented / a bit lost / a lot blessed / could’ve been a nightmare / could’ve been a wet dream / or a visitation from an angel / but thankfully, magically, / it was simply / a gift.
