Memory

Does the river make you forget?
The sea will make you remember.
The weaving miracle of memory
Binds you to me forever.

I’m too quiet,
The stream of your words
Turns to a torrent.
I quiver on the edge
of making the dam.

We might as well be even and odd,
the way I count;
I watch the reflection of your hand
stroking the reflection of my cheek.

You sit between me and the mirror
asking me a question;
I move my eyes to see what is my reaction
beside and behind you.
The distance explodes in my head.

Once we flung ourselves apart
and came back with a snap.
There was nowhere else to go.
You wrapped my letters around a brick
and threw them through the window.

What worries the moon
when the dog barks?

Does the river make you forget?
The sea will make you remember.
The weaving miracle of memory
Binds you to me forever.

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