Even Now
Even now
I know
He was sad to see the droplets go-
With diplomacy,
And the velvet purse.
Even now
As I wonder, if he too is sitting
At that table
For several hour-long minutes
Every cell inside silently crying
With a choke dry throat
And distinctly deserted eyes.
Even now
The coldness of the room
Possessing us like stone specters
Still haunted
By the dull ache between memories.
The abandonment of that one-
Moment before
Steeped deeply in clarified contrast
With the next.
Even now
As I-
Stare dully down
The length of exposed inner flesh-
Without any way to find expression-
In open disbelief
That those small sharp words
Could some how pierce through
The worn armor of callus common sense
To reveal that soft, sacred place, too sensitive to touch-
That place- which remembers:
Even now
We both know
What we did not know
Until the edge of the blade
Was thrown from our tongues
How the wounds would rend-
And what kind of cruel chasm they would create.
Even now
The numbness of old Rum
Will not anesthetize the taste of sorrow.
-And it does not help
To know
Even now
Though separate
We sip the same
Dank bitter drink- together
As lovers will-
In equal irony
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