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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