When what we have is the absence | Alyza Taguilaso

of words, let the lines on these palms speak
of how I have tried to find
fixtures to fill the gaps laid between us:
corridor, coffee shop, library – landscapes
supplanted with stone, shared
sips, and spines
older than our own, fingers
later folding into palms, tracing
a map, as if such simple touch led
to some solution, meaning:
See how I have nothing left
to give. Only this silence,
and a memory: watching
the first slits of sun
wiping the world anew.

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