Between the Shallows and the Deep
I wake in a memoryless room
unlabeled and unanchored,
a floating proprioception unhinged
from time and place.
The bathroom has moved beyond the present
it is where it was once maybe
yet where it is at this moment
is forgot.
Who walks now
out of someone else’s memory
as if she owned this space?
Her face keeps changing
it forms then falls apart like melting snow
now she is this other person.
Who am I to gather up her reality
to piece together her history,
to deny her to sit next to me now
here at the edge of this bed
wanting to hold hands
for some comfort in a strange land?
Perhaps she will explain to me
why we meet only between
the shallows and the deep?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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