Floating

 

Maybe I forgot

to tell you of the ambience

your voice brings;

 

Maybe I was just wrong

for showing you the way

to my heart;

 

Maybe I was rash

as I decorated you with names

I alone understand;

 

Or I didn’t remember to

tell you your silence feel like

ten thousand blows;

 

Forgive my memory

that skipped these many details

of ways you can kill me slowly;

 

For now, I’m here, floating

like an empty raft unneeded

by survivors or the sea.

 

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