Tuesday, April 9, 2019


I hold the space 
The silence 
The distance between 
Every part of us that was once Pili 

I tell myself the sacred story called letting go 
Every morning
I say your name until 
The water of you washes over me 
Until I am submerged I the memory of you
Until I learn to move 
Under the weight of that love 

I become a stranger to myself in your company 
A woman of all limbs 
But no feelings 
I am the stoic figure called forgotten 

And every minute the breath I caught from the back of your throat 
Grows further away 
So I turn in your direction 
Hoping to catch another 
Or perhaps your glance 
But as far as I can tell 

You never look back 

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