You And I: The Slumber
Eleven years of history slumbers between us.
Under the surface, it breathes.
It wonders if it has been forgotten,
Abandoned, lost.
I wondered if he could see the breaths,
The thoughts rising like colorless,
Medicated balloons.
I could.
The rearrangement of life, the history,
You and I.
And the madness, O how it burrows.
poem by Liesel Eva Schmidt
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