the uninvited guest barges in and sits
at the dining table, offering slivers of
memories that you chew throughout
the day, inviting you to be an archaeologist.
you excavate the memories, analyze them
and replant them in a different field,
hoping they graft onto something
less toxic. at this precise moment,
the body suspends motion as
the mind and soul splinters into
different journeys. the mind cascades
through a film reel of childhood
memories and the soul catches
flight on eastern winds, yearning
to land somewhere safer, somewhere
more still, somewhere where breath
becomes life. wanting to be consumed
by the arts, reading and writing poetry
like a thirst that cannot be quenched,
pining to paint all the words you cannot
speak, nourishing the eyes with all the
vivid colours that elude my dreams.
as sweet and perfect a forever after
with you would be, i need the present
to merge the body, mind and soul.
i dogeared the future;
i know it will end with you.
