Monday Poem: This is like Forgetting

[The Lovers: Gustav Klimt]

This is like Forgetting

In the darkness, we form shapes
Of lovers with our hands reaching
Out for the comfort of closeness.

Outside, the clouds grow darker
Heavy under the weight
Of all we have left behind.

This is like forgetting
We have only the names
We call ourselves now

As we close the curtains
And turn our backs
On the darkness of our skies.

 

First published: STAND Volume 5(2) September 2003