Every Us — Summary

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.

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Written by wordsforghosts, "Every Us" is a love poem addressed to someone the speaker has lost. It opens with a small, physical detail: the weight of a person against the speaker's left arm. That comfort is soon gone, and the poem becomes a plea ("return, / return to me") that the speaker knows won't be answered.

The speaker's grief is mixed with guilt. Looking back, they admit they only saw what they wanted to see and never gave the love that was deserved. The poem suggests the other person has died, though it never says so outright. Phrases like "finally found tranquillity" and "still-born memories" point that way.

The mood is raw, tender and regretful. The broken lines and stuttering repetition feel like someone struggling to get words out. Yet the ending shifts toward endurance. With the name tattooed on their skin, the speaker keeps going, carrying that brief time "when nothing else existed / but us."

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