About Retrieval

About Retrieval

Born,

As we’ve been

Inside of each other

On a deserted street under our waters,

I came back, in your words,

Unborn and untouched,

On the pages of your second unfinished journal.

I stirred the sun into orange waves with a pale

Numb hand

Still

You grabbed my wrist,

The unfinished thoughts of you

In a memory of Vincent’s desperate dream

Of the years of a life

At the same window,

So I’d know how to find the way

With a star in my

Hand.

 

M.

 

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