And Again
Poetry
Warning: lots of violence — like, lots. Some of it would count as domestic violence — so heads-up for that. Oh, and a lot of blood and murder; like, so much murder. Take care!
1. Her
When we were young we
found each other
in Rome; I wore a dress,
and you a toga; and it ended
in wine and blood
Reborn — this time
a hovel; a peasant’s life,
your simple wife,
— our dreams dying in starving strife,
We finally
saw through
this new skin, and recognised
old enemies, living within
Our time again, a prince’s indiscretions,
and again, a robber’s brutal crime,
and again, this time I broke you first,
and again… ah,
I forgot how much it
hurt
that time
Sometimes I think you didn’t notice
that I was me,
and you were you,
and sometimes things
happened
that showed me
that you really did
see through…
