Cursed lover, long lost and always unforgotten
does your slumber tumble with rumbling turbulence?
Does your head clamour with these same hellish bells
or resonate in piercing silence, heavy
with regret and sick with anxiety
consigning everything we shared to flame?
Are my sad sorry songs and pathetic paper poems
now just more kindling for setting bridges afire?
In the entire known and unknowable world
there is no price I wouldn’t submit to
in exchange for an afternoon of conversation
to hear your stories one more time, your voice
(the part that is most elusive to recall), your thoughts
mysterious threads woven into spectral mandalas,
and you show me the world once over
and I step into the same river once more.