Senescence
I was so excited to see you again
To feel you
I was expectant, desperate
For it to be just like
it was before
I opened you
in the half light
And you felt so different
Slick and foreign and
like I'd never been there before
I read and read and read
for where I'd left off.
There were no marks
I scanned the pages, the cover
My heart, for residues
And it seemed familiar for a moment
but too much time
time
had passed and we grew
bifurcated
after two separate teleos
my god,
we broke what we had
O break, bleak surf,
upon this wreckage
and wash
wash
the memories of your Work away
