the revisions we never got to write

 

the revisions we never got to write

 

 

 

extra spaces in the margins of conversation

elicited responses of silence

then indents in paragraphs of comfortable unspoken lines

 

fragments of our history 

which used to be one complete thought,

but we broke up into commas and semi-coloned arrhythmia

hearts that quit beating together,

 

i still remember the soft heaves of your chest

against my ear

when you wrote me into our impassioned essay

 

but ink runs dry to the bone

and our bone of contention

was an imbalanced timing

 

the margins grew wider with distance

the punctuation of us 

was an ending of the ellipsis 

that merely implied reconnoiter 

 

and now we are an old paper in a folder

gaining dust in a file cabinet of feelings

alphabetized in some odd sequence of distorted memory

 

with me thinking there should have been a title

and a different ending

written with more concrete closure

instead of some imagined figurative language

 

that left the what if's 

open to too much interpretation.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/31/18

Reviews

[sette]

i like the writing for its depth and content. nice piece of writing jacob as always

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, sette.
j.

[sette]

you are welcome jacob