Thursday, November 24, 2016

the disappearance


It is almost winter. 
Already I have unlearned 
everything about you. 
Your face, your eyes, 
the curve of your warm mouth. 
Already, the details in your laughter 
and the soft sweet tremble of your
lover voice, fallen away. 
It has all grown strange. Unfamiliar. 
Each thing, I no longer remember.
All of you, 
All of you, 
Suddenly, I know nothing more.


t.bennett, the light of fireflies | the disappearance 




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