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Life happened and I forgot skin:

glowing silk yogurt, endless.

It happened that I forgot bliss…

muted breath, replenishing silence.

And one day I woke up with a ring on my finger.

You whispered, “we should be together”

and I drew a blank at should.

Should broken birds fly solo?

Should infants be left alone?

Should I honor your comment with a comment?

Life happened and you forgot.

You forgot and life happened.

I like it this way.

Last time you happened,

it was life I forgot.

By tuttysan © 2007

Early whispers – poem. Photo: Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic.