One moment we were strangers
one moment we were falling in love
one moment now departed, erasing who I was
How can what was ever become separated from who I am
surgically removed from a future that already begun
How can I go on living in fragmentation from that moment on
trying to construct a version of myself from all of the broken pieces of a song
Now I stroll through this life of mine
half empty, half alive: trying to find with who I belong
What will fill this heart cup of mine
In bed I sleep, in bed I dream
of another man, of another life
Another set of memories, another set of possibilities
And this dimension ends just as I perceive this strange woman that connects with both of our eyes
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
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