From Across the Room

From across the room-- your world leans precariously against the fading image of what I was for you

I observe the nostalgic scent of loneliness beleaguered between us-- and the implacable unspeakable fate of our accidental history

Across the room my reflection watches on, from the shores of shallow syllogism, remembering our future in the past-- half apologizes and cellophaned dreams admitting guilt

As you close the distance between us, I fade away into the unwashed light of desecrated reality and you remain freeze framed on the verge of awakening logic

You coast over the clouds of my mind, a symphony of thoughts and the echoic memories that have dwindled what was of us into finite particles of perpetual loss

From across the room-- and back again the void is filled with the production of sound, of our hearts breaking into infinite pieces of a familiar strangeness, evocative motifs of halfmooned smiles

From across the room my shadow stretches to reach you, grasping onto the memories you forgot to remember, and those I cannot forget

From across the room-- and back again, my presence recedes, borrowing moonlight to hide my grief

... and back again, my presence a talisman I gift you, setting you free to embrace our history with what is left of our divided smile.

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Rigopoula March 2022