Loose Connections
I am in this place and you are in that.
The living visit the dead
but the dead move among us
looking for where we were.
Only occasionally
do our time lines connect,
and only if you count disconnection
as a sign of previous contact.
My dead dog
still sticks her wet nose in my ear
when I, in my troubled sleep visit her,
but she is not there. she is off
tracking a ghost
twenty years before.
Same goes for a Siamese cat
and a Malay girl.
There was a loving place once.
The cat now hunts small lizards
in a land we have named ‘yesterday’,
the girl has long ceased planting flowers
on a graveyard of hope.
Today I am on the doorstep of
of a Thai restaurant - I think I once lived in Thailand,
but it could have been this other person,
a younger man
who walked through time as if invulnerable.
I enter, order a meal in a language
I thought I had used up and put away.
Now I visit the words again,
yet even words forget how I once spoke.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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