autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.


you are distant like the milky way
almost as dreamy
i remember how you watched me
across a musty room
always somewhere that
isn’t by my side
how carefully you speak
of family, of all things ‘other’
not even a crumb
for me to cling to
for me to smile over
to hope upon
rustling feet of a dream
fleeing along corridors of memory
until perhaps, one day
you give me a puzzled look
challenge my memory so sincerely
that i wonderr if i were mistaken
that, somehow, once upon a time
we were, if only for a moment
anything but