As you narrated
draining
sadness from the
lone performer’s eyes, I looked
at yours and
allowed mine
to linger.
Drops are splashed
across the window
darkness.
Your stare from
above that bare,
winter morning was
wrapped with
things I didn’t understand. It
scared me
a little
that you were
different from your
mmm smiling pauses.
I desire to
know
you. I am learning
for the first
time but also remembering
again. We have more
heart—
”I am with you here“—
than in our last lives, when
we also left
notes of
musk, kisses
on the forehead, ear bites.
—
By Serena
Photograph by Reddy Aprianto
Tags: loss love

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