A Letter To All My Past Lovers
#A Letter To All My Past Lovers
Did I forget you?
In the carousel of memory,
does it bother you that you fell
between the conveyor belt
and the security desk? That I don't
recall our first kiss or our last? The
whisper-brush of wings on wings,
becoming somehow turgid
and tedious, just before the end.
Did you hope
that I still pined for you? Did you
imagine me gazing out to sea,
wrapped in a grey hand-knitted shawl
like some sort of shroud, waiting on
a ship that would never return?
I am stronger than that. The moment
you boarded that oceanliner, I
set about the work of dismantling you.
And piece by piece, you came apart
like limestone, flaking and crumbling
into unrecognizable rubble.
It was so easy.
Does it annoy you?
To know that you left
no impression? Were you
under the illusion that the castles
we built were not made of sand?
The tide has swept me clean
fresh and new again; no footprints,
no wayward beach towels, no
sunstreaked silhouettes framed on
Polaroid Kodachrome. It is as if
you and I were never here.
I am a Luddite in museums of
industry; an alien tourist in the
Library of You. Not just innocent of
all our lost shared knowledge
contained in these volumes, but
unaware that they are books at all.
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Posted May 14, 2016, 5:51 PM UTC · edited