I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU
I have not forgotten you.
You have a long half-life
and time isn’t alchemist enough
to turn so much gold back into lead.
It’s just that when I think of you
I bloom like an empty box
sliced at its corners
by an exacto-knife of pain
and my mind weeps like a wounded jewel.
A gust of stars like the dust of the road
I can’t rub out of my eyes,
a garden on the moon
that’s never known a gate,
a wishbone of rivers
served up on a silver plate,
I keep seeing you in everything
as if I were certain now
that spring isn’t the past or future of fall.
I remember you like an exile
remembers a country
he left like an open door
when he stepped out into the night
like light from a lamp
that wasn’t a home
he could return to anymore.
You punctuated the equilibrium
of my hasty evolution
and I’ve lost count of the transformations
I’ve been through
guided by your eyes.
mending the night
like a black sail
with the same thorn of the moon
that tore it
on the shores of my marooned desires,
I endure myself like the sea
that aches with the music of sunken guitars
pressing the soiled strings of their spinal cords
against the frets of their scars so sadly
that every thought, every feeling
is a last flash of life in a receding tide
that left the bride
behind her veils