space

i don’t know how to be with you yet.
so i’m letting you go.
please, take my offering.

you are an intense vibration of all the good things lost.
buried.
scattered in the ashes.
long arms of tenderness.
i quiver every time you look at me with kindness.
afraid.
afraid.

love is a forgotten language.
a vague recollection of how broken things are fixed.

i don’t know how to be with you yet.
or how to be.
be.
a self.
bone and flesh and breath and laughter.
be something.
someone that can be recognized.
so if someday you wish to hold me again,
i’m not just an imagination.
an elusive vision at the edge of your dreams.

take my offering.
all’s not lost. i hold the memory of your brief staying.
my fingers ache with the remembering of words.
ink on paper.
memories that should not be memories yet.

©Tsion B., 2017

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