I hold this promissary note
next to my heart, and the moment
I stopped expressing my love for you
a string of cursed pearls rolled
around my neck and
throttled.
I forgot your name.
I try to forgive myself, but to give
you have to have.
I have nothing but this empty shell
that used to sound
like the sea.
The cursed moment lies on
it's belly and stretches muscles
beyond their limits.
Please come back and let my love
live, bring into fruition
the mad shattering bliss
that leaves no me left.
Names fall like leaves,
blow into the tunnel of my mind,
echo there for a time, then leave.
Why did your name depart,
so dearly I clung to it, and found
rose blooms rather than brambles?
I look at the promissary note.
It is not in my language.
How do I know it promises
my love?
I will love you with the seeds
of my love for the unspeakable,
and if the cherry tree dies,
I apologize.
Come what brambles may,
hold on.
Hold on.
You are the only thing
worth considering right now.
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