“Amnesia”

On many nights I’ve wandered here, outside your window and talking with the moon.

This place is the same as it was a thousand yesterdays ago,
and I cannot leave because my past will not abide by what my logic says
is right. So I let myself in, as I have many times before, but this time I go
without your permission. You stir in your sleep and the moon strokes your
face tenderly. She, too, has crept in through your window. I sit down
beside you and you are the same, your face and your body and your smell. I
get up to go, and your bed shifts at the absence of my weight.

You’re looking right at me and you whisper a name that’s almost mine, and
I smile and rub the moon into your eyes, then I turn my shadow three times
round. As your stomach rises and falls I leave like the cat but I leave the
moon with you.
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