Again

It’d be nice to know
if you’re still lullabied to sleep.
Nice to know
if the stars still make you feel
small;
to know if
the moon still smiles over you
and if
your nocturnal ceiling
is as deep,
dark,
and starless as mine.

It’d be nice to know
if the sun still fuses with your soul
to make your smile
implode brighter;
if you still
spread its warmth
with every embrace
of heavy hearts
to make lighter the pain
that has left its scars
again.

It’d be nice to know
if you can still be found
within the dips of your voice,
the ghost of your breath,
or hidden ‘neath your fingertips
still pulsing in its depth,
in a memory played backwards
where your last wave,
was my first high
in years…

It’d be nice to know
that you still care,
but alas,
confusion settles in my marrow
and hope is due
to more tomorrows
than I can skeleton within sorrow
to follow the reversed footsteps
still galloping into the yesterdays
where we met
eye to eye.

*sighs*

It’d just be nice
to know you again…
So, hello.
Your name again is?

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