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  • petals

    not really here
    just locked in your
    memory
    but with a touch i
    come alive again
    the mind expands
    to enfold the
    mystery
    the one whose eyes
    are so much like
    yours
    but whose heart
    can never be
    left behind in a haze of shadows
    the milky-white
    distance
    enfolds
    between us
    like a faint memory
    brought about by a taste
    liquid pouring all around encloses
    me in silent
    bliss no longer
    do i take
    of myself
    only to find that i
    am still alone
    holding the petals of the love
    you once had for me
    long ago

    - margaret elaine wolf, 1995