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


Posted by Hans Andersen | at 11:22 AM | 0 comments