I found remains of us
in the visa bill of our last dinner together
it is one of the things
that's left
of us
I scanned it carefully
memorizing what you and I ordered
remembering its taste
as if there was something in the detail
tooth picking my heart's cavity
as if it was the first of the last from
what's left of us
I will plant the bill carefully
in the files of us
with everything else
hoping to find it again
like those flowers I kept
in my books
always finding them again
with their colour changed
in the fading mirrors
of our sea
where like a receding hairline
the water retreated into a mirage
leaving only a few broken shells
always changing form
blurring the remains of us
there is no adjustment possible
from what we thought would be
as what's left of us
is also the ever after frame
carpentered by the high tide
of the excesses of us
From the oozing molasses of my heart
there will be sunshine soon
bursting into perhaps a honeysuckle
which i will water
hoping maybe that someday
there would be more than just an empty shore
that's left of us
where
you and I
will no longer be
us
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