later, then, in some other desperate
season, after i’d told you i loved you,after it became a lie
clouds, probably,
or shades of grey
an absence of shadows
an abundance of light,
but all of it dimmed and allmemories shaped by fear and loss
i knew you were gone,
but didn’t care
waited five years to remember your
heat & your touch
had the same dream over & over,
a woman with someone else’s face,someone else’s body,
but i knew it was you
and i burned all of those poems
i destroyed all of those paintings
saw the man sitting there,
going blind
saw the soldiers tearing out his tongue
cutting off his children’s hands
a million bright red birds
flying from their wrists andback into the past
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