Paradox PaperA Poem by Miri GraceI found a note from you Wedged in between the pages of a book And hidden back in the recesses Of my closet. The paper cloth-soft at the creases: A bitter butterfly-wing page; Pencil-thin letters with a Permanent-ink meaning. "I am going away and I am not returning. I'm sorry, I'm not happy here." I remember when You tied your intentions in a firm, final knot And slipped them around your neck. I remember when You stood, poised at the edge of oblivion, One foot in this fallen world And one in the beyond, The winds from the darkness of the deep Swirling round, caressing your World-weathered cheek: The sweet beckoning of the void. I remember You, zombie-child, Who longed to feel at any cost, Your circle-burned skin, And the vacancy sign behind your Glassy and sedated eyes. You are gone. Yes, you are long gone Because I killed you, Killed your corrosion, That cancerous brain-decay. But I remain. And my feet are firmly planted On the dust of the earth And there is breath in my lungs And the sun is shining on my face. Yes, I remain. Sometimes I feel you watching
me, Feel your ghost-eyes Silently surveying, A parasite hungry for a host, But I pay no heed Because you are not me, And you never will be again. © 2020 Miri GraceReviews
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