Our lives were always tangent:
A tango of touch and go
With photograph moments
That never seem to fade.
Forward in time,
Down thin jumpers
And loose shirts.
Greedy hands stretch
From the back of my mind,
Rewind cassette tapes back years and years
To whispers exchanged
Across three sided cells,
To eyes wandering past the present,
To eyes watching vague gallops of the future,
Oblivious to their empty pages,
Oblivious to today’s bliss.
You and I
Patched up holes in each others armour
Made by careless words
Yelled from rooftops
By knights and maidens
Too small for the platforms they occupy.
You and I
Lay across intersections
At 3 AM,
Pretend the headlights were comets
And we were spaceships
Lightyear-speed-catapulting through space.
But the next season took you away,
Asteroid-stole you from my core,
And you explored your side of space
Unaware of the patch of grass I’d saved
In the event you’d land back down beside me,
Feel the breeze in your hair again,
Tell me how much larger Orion was from up there.
But we became parallel lines,
Weary from straining,
Forgetting how to pronounce familiar greetings,
Losing each other in shadows of memory,
From where the years have filled us up
With new holes
We’ve learned to patch up
With hollow hands
Meant for holding,
Used for hiding.
For twirling telephone lines,
For hesitating over keypad letters,
For the backspace.
For the backspace:
Days of carefree laughter
And nonexistent ‘apart’s,
When we dreamt of free roads
And bare feet.
Days when hands were used