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2/7/12
You are not the tears I shed
and I am not the words you speak
as we are not these things that make us
Separate/together
What is the sum of us
words and tears
The whole seen in fragments
Like the items thrown haphazard into an overnight bag
for a weekend tryst,
forgotten, put aside
Only to be discovered later in the back of my closet
the scattered remains of what was/is
words and tears,
You and I
whole/apart
pieced together, the archeology of love
the shards of memory
Lost and found
And I am not the tears you shed,
as you are not the words I write
Yet we are perhaps these things that make us
Together/separate
poem
by
Ryan Cole
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