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My eyes are closed
Your salt is on my tongue
-Moments whisper like this
Replaced by lips that press together
While finding distance from their breath
And the place where they once rested, still moist
And moments fade the same slow way
With my eyes closed
And tongue savoring memories that wait
To be swallowed by the void
Lips pressed over all those things I want to say, but don’t.

There is always something you don’t get to say
After ‘good-bye’
Either under forgotten intentions, or in regret belonging to what-ifs
Things that should have been
Like all those things I should have been, by now
Where I pictured me, the whole world and you,
By now

Cue: sighs of discontent

I remember dreaming about something
            -else-
Which is to say, I remember hope
Which is to say, I’ve kept hope- more or less
If only for something to blame
And I’d point to myself, but that would render me
Significant, like
Those secrets you write out only to burn away.
I never did have the courage for flames.

My eyes are closed
There’s nothing for taste anymore
-Moments pass by like that
Openings to experience unrecognized; ignored
Me on my logical crutch, settled on fear
The distance between you and I
-Your lips pressed over all those things you want to say, but don’t.

Language a nostalgic reverie
And moments fade the same slow way.

© 2007 Lisa