A poem I wrote and liked, but which has no relevance to my life whatsoever.

Uncover my skin.  What do you see?  

The scars left by your silence, 

By my silence.

I would rather scars made by words.

But there have been none of those 

In the folds of the years.

The bald patches under my hat:

Places where dreams used to sit. 

Time has torn them away.

All I’m left with are blue bags under my eyes

From a century of sleepless nights.

Do you remember the sun in the sky

When we used to make promises with red hearts?

Then, we held hands

Without touching.

Now we touch without feeling.

Have the years so dimmed 

The way we breathe?

It’s only regulation love.

I see the same stripes on your back.

But I have no tears, no blood.

Not anymore.

Only deaf feathers are stitched in our sky

To fall like dry rain.

And I sit back to back with you.

When was the last time I heard my name?

Our autumn was so swift

After we thought summer would last forever.

And now we won’t live

To see the world even in green again.

I remember when I was your moon

And you, my dazzling sun.

But we have both faded into mere eyes in the darkness:

There was no supernova.

Only negligence.

  25 September 2010