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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