what narratives have disappeared
how far are we from yesterday
if today has gone unheard.
So talk about your solitude
dissecting life and fears
such a wonderful disguise it is
which you’ve developed over years.
But if I could reach beyond the stars
to touch your gentle cheek
to dodge the slaughter of your tongue
and feel your hips beneath.
Then all those lost forgotten hopes
vacations of a dislocated heart
compromises and despairs
would be ours to keep.
So I’ve forgotten nothing then
and remember yesterday
and what I’ve forgotten doesn’t matter
nor does the narrative.