Do you start each day, with a moment of peace
Where in passing, you thought today could perhaps be simple,
Unmarked by my image?
Does it dawn upon you like a cold chill
Or a sudden fever?
Do I flood the room with the morning light,
Or envelope the walls like a haunting shadow
Searching, watching, waiting?
Do you find me in your recollections
Smothered in the ink of your clouded, unspoken thoughts
What pictures does my memory paint,
As you drag me across your bedroom walls?
Do I manifest it the figures of my body
Which you once memorized so intently?
Or do I imprint myself in moments, sensations
Like fingerprints on your wall?
Does the day invite you
With streets bearing my name
And nature mimicking my traits
Like unforgiving, cruel poetry.
Do you find yourself sleepwalking in conversation
Tiptoeing around their words
Looking for my voice?
Do you think of the dullness of their topics
The idleness of their tenor
Do you wonder, perhaps
What we might be talking about instead?
When your tea bleeds into the boiling pools of your cup
Does it ever, just for a moment, adopt my form?
Do you pause and gaze again
And see nothing but the wounded leaves
Occupying the clear, flooding into its purity
Do you taste the other people
Do you feel them with your body
Like the copycat version of your favourite confectionery
Intrusive on the tongue.
Do you become warm in the evenings
With drink, with company
Do their bodies make you feel you’re accompanied?
Do you feel less desolate?
Do you watch the tenants fill my shadow
With evictions in your eyes
Do they ever make a home
Out of your ugliest, emptiest parts
The way I did?
When the nighttime falls upon us
Do you feel its unbearable weight?
Does it slumber on your ribcage
And dream into your lungs?
Does it immerse you in your desires
The ones you kept sewn in your pockets all day
Does it pry apart the seams, and expose all your fantasies
Of being inside me
Of laying beside me
Of being near me
Of laying across from me
Of hearing me speak
Of smelling my fragrance
Of seeing my face
Of feeling my heartbeat
Of trusting me
Do you start each day
With a moment of peace?