I revisit our dream,
The space we built, the murky color
Of our eyes swirled together
Blotting out the light from the hall.
Exalted in the ease of a word,
A mouth in the sky
Floating and maybe drowning,
Gasping for air, for some room
In the suffocation of needing someone,
We were looking at each other
From the inside
At times, I thought you
Were really dying,
As you kissed my face
And licked my wounds.
It was a bright summer
Unforgiving in its burn
But it wasn’t a myth
While we were living it, shivering in it
Did you know it would be like this now?
Could I have known?
I don’t think there’s much of a difference
Between hurting, being hurt,
Being lost. Everything is sort of
The same, at least sometimes
It feels that way.
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