April 21, 2006 - Isla Mujeres, Mexico

Moving on

When you go
wrap me in paper
thin sliced memories
and light it up
from your point of view,
slurring lines between
your duly noted
and hopelessly unrecognized -
your will, my love,
our fire but consumed.

After that, the taste of ashes on your tongue
dark and bitter, like the toast
I just scorched in the cast iron skillet
while this contemplation fruitlessly
expended the minutes it was written on.

And so the new day’s balance is back at zero -
unheard words exchanged for
wasted bread.

posted by Mahi at 10:09 AM  

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