Saturday 25 October 2014

Forensic Analysis

Published 27/01/2013 | 06:00

On thinking back, I contemplate the scene,

the carcass of the two of us laid bare

Oh, I've had years to scrape and pick it clean

to bleached white bones, embalmed in arid air.

I study minor remnants left behind:

those incidents, and moments, and degrees

like fragments of our DNA entwined

then calibrate our lives' trajectory.

And thinking this is fine, the past is safe,

I stray into the mind's forbidden zone

and see, too late, the tape, the cordoned place

the spreading stain of memories disowned.

Now, with the pain of loss, like broken glass,

and tainted with regrets, I'm unmasked.

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