The body withers
Like a dry stalk in search of rain
In a cloudless sky
Moments of past pleasure
Play out
Like a silent movie festival
A litany of past sins
And wrongdoings linger
In late afternoon light
You reach out to try
To touch
Like a blind man would
What has been lost
Perhaps the antiquarian smell of old books
all to say
that I'm afraid
When we abandon
Our bodies to love’s moment
Time forgets our names
How were we to know
Goodbye was always there in the background?
That gesture no one masters
My silent goodbyes
The muted night
Shoos them away like flies
There’s a farewell
Afraid of defeat
Hiding in the rain
At the same restaurant
There’s a separation
Terrified of a clean slate
Now some teardrops
Awash with disconnects
The memory of all those gazes
The memory of all those words
That were afraid to stand up
Stepping stones to...
What is the correct way to close forbidden doors?
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