I know you
As fragments of other women
Pieces of you I recognise
In their touch, gaze or smile
You’re always mine
Just never complete and never whole
Ever-present touch I feel
Behind my eyelids
You are a graveyard ghost
A scent I know but can’t recall
A whisper in the crowd
Familiar spot in an inescapable maze
Where are you now?
Where all your pieces merge together
Creating a whole
That defines me somehow
Can I find you,
Touch the fabric of all your threads
Woven by past, present and future
Wrap my soul in it
Maybe it’s the search
Perhaps it’s the uncertainty I love
Fooling myself into imperfection
That thinks it needs more
When I give up
Full of thirst for suffering
When my eyes are finally open
We’ll merge again
Into one
Aleksandra
at 7:53 am
Can I find you,
Touch the fabric of all your threads
Woven by past, present and future
Wrap my soul in it
This part picked at my heart strings !!!!! Love your work ??
Aleksandra
Anonymous
at 7:43 am
Wow!!! ?
Anonymous
at 5:58 pm
Where are you now?
Where all your pieces merge together
Creating a whole
That defines me somehow
Where are you now ?!!! … That defines me somehow …
You didn’t know that I had read & recorded this poem … & that I still speak dots …