Find Me

Reversed, Mirror Etheree

DiAmaya Dawn
Feb 17, 2019 · 1 min read

Find me, amid moments you spend at night
In the fine line of darkness and light,
In scents of fear sourcing from words,
In long neglected islands,
or dry, deserted shores.
Find me, when shadows
rise, and you lay
in bed — its
one side
cold.

Cold.
When it
hurts your bones
think of me there
for a moment, then,
along with the shadows
let me fade away again
like those remote pasts you cherish
where “you” and “I” formed a single word,
and I lived solely through your breath. Find me.

Then let me go.

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DiAmaya Dawn

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Reader, writer, editor, poet, dancer, music addict. Japanophile, pluviophile and attracted by darkness. Part normal, part Greek. www.diamayadawn.com

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