Census

forgetlings:

All these years I thought you were alone, but now,
laid open, it is clear two lost stars are burning into you.

One keeps distant memories, art and travel, intimacy
echoed in a longing no longer yours to claim.

The other is your nature in your time. Its heart is carnal,
quick, uneasy, its need to love and fear in drowning waves,

and that silence you have carried like a dead limb all your life.

This reminds me of her…indeed the fear not to express the truth that lurks beneath is heavier than a dead limb…it must be…I can’t think of anything else that would drag someone so low that they would oppose every principle and every stated aspiration that they hold dear without reason or apparent motivation. Silence is far greater a destroyer of souls than any harsh words that could be uttered. 

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