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Memory

Does the river make you forget?
The sea will make you remember.

The weaving miracle of memory
Binds you to me forever.

I’m too quiet,
the stream of your words
turns to a torrent.

I quiver on the edge
of blocking the flow.

We might as well be even and odd,
the way I count;

I watch the reflection of your hand
stroking the reflection of my cheek.

You sit between me and the mirror
asking me a question;

I watch my eyes to see
what is my reaction:

The distance explodes in my head.

Once we flung ourselves apart
 and came back with a snap.

There was nowhere else to go.

You wrapped my letters
around a brick  and threw them
through the window.

Does the river make you forget?
The sea will make you remember.

The weaving miracle of memory
Binds you to me forever.