Saturday, March 5, 2016

jettison

one day you wake to find them gone
their detritus departed too
the tenor of their laugh
the swirl in that tattoo
their constellation of freckles
the weight of their sigh
a birthmark shaped just like heart
and hidden on a thigh
the exact hue
of eyes once
so well memorized
now only known as...blue
jettisoned in memory
specifics of someone
who shared the superficial
but whose heart you never knew
opening a space for one
who memorizes you


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