Song of Memory
Wraithlike you move across the landscape,
ubiquitous shadow ghosting in trees,
so I’ll never be able to know for certain
if it was you there lying beside me,
or was I embracing some lingering other
adopting your form in this haunted motel,
my bitter-sweet, elusive companion.
Or as in myth,
when the vengeful goddess enchants your body,
your dogs now doomed to rip you apart,
I will find you scattered across a desolate landscape,
with blood shrouding your torso’s handsome form,
your voice circling above like a crow,
my bitter-sweet, elusive companion.
No pattern is found in your shattered mosaic,
lost with bird calls in time,
like fragments of ancient papyrus found in a tomb,
and my eyes will move on your face,
greedy as jackals, reading your tangled hair’s beauty,
finding sad echoes and distant illusions,
my bitter-sweet, elusive companion.
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