Monday 25 April 2022

I Was You


I was you

and you were me

and that’s the way we wrapped ourselves in love


—our silken case


that hatched a memory

flying back to me from time to time.


Though love did not survive,

it didn’t die

but grew the wings of

something else I need not understand


that flies to me from time to time


to reassure, to let me know it never died


then sails away,

thanking me, I’m sure, for having let it go. 







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