day 2

As if a constant scream was not the only way to remember who you are.

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a tender compassion

tears somewhat exhausted
the past is never coming back for us

a tender compassion
arms reaching up

sand gone
hair washed
all else is "normal" again

when we wake up tomorrow,
what is the difference between our time together
and a vivid dream that fades within the hour?

what was it that we felt so strongly
that we almost peeled ourselves in 2?

Resistance subsiding
memories fading
inevitably

all eroding into now
with what's left of our identity
myself and I
no longer on opposite sides
we finally grieve together