Every Us
The weight against my left arm; the calm; deliquesce into dreams, & all other words that can never reach across the distance between us:
return, return to me, don’t leave, don’t leave only empties, & drained memories of masochistic anarchy, & romantic naivety;
the weight no longer against my left arm:
how can I dream of anything without your human heat beside me, the scent and sense of you that lingered for days; the way each morning I would be made to force myself to leave from beneath the bed sheets & between transcendent moments of butterfly wing flickering eyelids unfurling into the purity of attention beyond the iris reflection?
You saw me & didn’t look away: I thought I saw you until the day you finally found tranquillity, that day I remember so vividly, the day I realised I was blind:
only saw what I wanted to, never gave the true love you were long overdue.
With your name tattooed into my skin; with these still-born memories knowing I will never hold you again
I continue for every me & every you, for that short time when nothing else existed but us.