Monday, 10 September 2012

10/9/12

we will not recover from what we have shown each other. we will never turn our backs on all that we have learnt of ourselves; of your fears; of mine. never will there come the time of strangers - no disengagement, no absolution. beneath your skin i will stay forever, and even in time as i begin to dissolve from your tongue you will not forget, not entirely. you will hear my voice within your own much as i will smell you on my fresh cleaned skin. somebody, someday, will say something that will sound too much like me and you will flinch away from them just as i will recoil from the hand that touches me as you have; feels too close to you. in every other person you will search for me; in the curve of her hips, the sharp of her collar. the creases beneath her eyes; the knuckles in her hand. and i will be there, only in your mind, in the dark of your imagination. you will think to yourself how her shoulders arch as mine did, her jaw just quite as square. but these are lies, false allegations. she will be prettier than i ever was; smarter; kinder. all that you wanted when it was me, all that you could not see in what i was. we are not granted with the fortune to forget. and i would tell you how sorry i am, but perhaps then i would only be lying to myself.