The Retrouvaille

I just can’t put

a finger on it and doubts i’ve had a few.

they may say that we just met

but i’ve only rediscovered you.

every little thing,

undid them all—I eradicated them backspaces.

I searched for your truth

in all other masks and faces.

in my poems of chaotic expressions,

I dreamt that I had found you.

I unsaw the dreams and the faces—I unfollowed their lifeless queue.

and even so I’ve only rediscovered you.

ever since, you were only a few fabrics away.

and like the ebb and flow of the sea i was sure.

just a long separation it was

and that i’ve had your same joy before.