Find Me

Reversed, Mirror Etheree
March 2019

Find me, amid moments you spend at night 
In the fine line of darkness and light,
In scents of fear sourcing from words,
In long neglected islands,
or dry, deserted shores.
Find me, when shadows 
rise, and you lay
in bed — its
one side
cold.

Cold.
When it
hurts your bones
think of me there
for a moment, then, 
along with the shadows 
let me fade away again
like those remote pasts you cherish 
where “you” and “I” formed a single word,
and I lived solely through your breath. Find me.

Then let me go.

 

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