The ship horn howling with its pack
If I laid very still on the asphalt
I could feel the whole world tremble
The water looked like porcelain
when I tilted my head sideways,
undisturbed and slightly below eye-level
I pressed my knuckles on the rough bed
like how sculptors dug their thumbs
to make space for their creations’ eye sockets
And felt the coarse remains of the cements
like blind people felt their beloved’s faces with their fingertips
Every part of it has been touched by me
Every part has my imprints on it
This is an abandoned town
only the stray dogs remember
and only the ramshackle furniture knows
how anything could be orphaned overnight
Perhaps everything has a story that could break our heart
and perhaps a place could have more feelings than me
But the person who used to own it
isn’t here to love it
and must have plenty of places to go
but no places to be
I wondered, if one would want to wander here,
if one would want to get lost here with me,
one would be another extinguished soul,
a soul that was always burning
I thought maybe if I stayed put in one place long enough,
he would find me,
just like what I was taught to do
when I lost my mother in a crowded place
But I never really thought about what to do
when the both of us were lost
and standing in the same place,
waiting
separately.
I’ve made this place for you to love
and for us to feel connected even by distance
I've grown to believe that
we shall not seek
and we shall not wait –
Soulmates will eventually meet
because they have the same hiding place.
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| 2013 |
