Haunting
Erin,
Dead flesh accretes as I age
as I die
as I too slowly join you
I am not I-that-knew-you
anymore
I am immigrant cells, inhabitants
squatting in a once holy land
The flesh that touched you
flakes
The ears that heard you,
the eyes that loved you,
replaced
The heart that beat your name
gone
a simple pump
takes its place
A confused mind realizes
the memories of you
are not mine
belonging instead to
he-who-was
I do not belong
in this dusty mansion.
Copyright © Chris Fortin | Year Posted 2015
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