Anamnesis

Impervious veins hold 

the grieving drops of ruby back,

Rust constellates over my skin 

And the black depths of my wounds 

are filled with the fragments of time

Spent forgetting you 

But in dark hours of dawnless nights 

When my eyes seek you, not light 

I pick and scratch at scabs of healing hurt 

To bleed remembrance 

And catch a glimpse of you 

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The bulbs

The Sun doesn’t care

If it might be too harsh

For prying eyes

It doesn’t burn low on days

You want it to

The moon doesn’t light up

 Every night 

They shine, some days bright , 

Somedays lacklustre, 

They don’t have to answer for their fire 

And neither do you.