by Jennifer C. Gutierrez

Reigning in my head
You, just there in the background
Slyly haunting me
With your obscurity and wanting
Holding me in a glass like of wine
That youíve never tasted
I would occasionally
See your name
In my palm
Itís you

Threading thoughts played instantly

Remotely, as you imply
Your remembrance
Out there
Could there be something
Thatís for now, was not?

That name that has no color, nor sound to me
The ground is uneven, seemingly liquid
There with no sovereignty
As you donít get on your way
Towards me...

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