beyond the physicality of voice
something speaks to me and says
i'm still here. still here. do you remember
me?
and i think to say
no, of course i don't
but the lie is strangled
inside my throat
beyond the embodied presence of words
is the ephemeral resonance of truth
gossamer sometimes
ephemeral (perhaps
or so we tell ourselves)
but real
and you are real
and i am real
and we are together
just like we have been
always
and yes, i do remember
you
and never let me tell you
otherwise
and on
and on
and on
we stay
