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We are taught,
Are for other people,
As they navigate the course
And direct the scene of our love.
Why is that?
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As I ride the subway,
I look out into windows
Of parallel lives and trains,
Wondering how much of myself
Is looking back…
Wondering if he will see himself
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I started thinking about who owns grief, how memory and grief affect the body, and soon enough, the poem turned into an elegy for someone I’ve lost.
I moved in slowly.
Circled my situation intently.
Vulture picking the carcass,
Of who I was and used to be.
My past became nourishment…
It was only a matter of time.
Our existence would only exist
In this chapter of my life.
The length was still undefined.
And with words
Lost in translation,
We exist on borrowed time.
Moments stolen from my dreams…
But I had to accept that
We were no longer
I took days of distance,
Contemplated all my exes,
Reflected & Reminisced,
Made a few decisions
On how to measure…
The depths of this experience
Random analogies and metaphors,
Simple words and phrases,
Popular for mass consumption.
I desire none of that.
So am I making closing remarks?
Or is this a follow up discussion?
I just wanna avoid un-alerted spoilers,
And their possible repercussions.
I listened to a song that made me think of you.
An album I hadn’t heard later,
I feel like I knew you better than when
I invested time in knowing you.
What happens when you wonder,
If to be with someone
Means just putting up with each other,
Or finding another person
Who thinks about these things too,
As you both say nothing,
And simply exist
In this gray area?