beatrice-a-star

[beatrice-a-star]

your outer skin regenerates every month.

a week after you left, i had a body that

had never known your touch.

your taste buds regenerate every two weeks.

by the time you were gone, i had a tongue

that had never tasted yours.

your blood regenerates every six weeks.

the pounding in my chest, the droplets that fell

from my arms, had rushed all the same with you.

it will take another eight years for the bones in my arms

that once held you to regenerate. for my temple once

pressed against yours to leave me as well.

my neurons will never replace themselves.

i know you, still, even if a memory.

the same eyes that counted your freckles

like stars now look up with a pang of remembrance.

and what will i have left of you in ten, twenty years?

what distorted image of your face, what synthesized

melody of your voice will i retain?

the illness has left my body. but you have ravaged me

in ways i will never recover.

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[beatrice-a-star]

And it’s desperation of a sort, that I claw wildly

into a sea of memory, and the water parts between

my ever fevered grasps.

It’s a hope that if I drown, you’ll drown too.

That we will be lost together.

That the air will run out faster.

That the scavengers will have twice as much to eat.

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