There are
days
in which
I
wish I’d
never met
you

Never known
what
it
is to be known

Never felt
what it is
to
be
touched

I
catch myself
remembering
you
knowing me
And
the
chasm
unknits
itself and
sags wide into
the
shape
of you

Was it better
to have known
you
even
for a movement
than
to have
walked this
world certain
that no one
could possibly
understand?

Or
to have
felt you merge
into
me…only
to be lashed
upon this
rock and have
the
bits of
you
I kept pecked out anew
day
after
day
after
day?