Ancient Kiss
I’m traveling nowhere
In a dream,
Vague towns
And ghost retreats,
Stumbling into mist
In the valley of discontent.
I’ve been stranded in the past
Living in a lonely room
Gazing through dirty windows
Into the sunless world.
Conversations repeat like broadcasts
In my brain,
Something she said
Echoes in the corridors
Of sorrow.
I scratched a note
On a piece of paper
And buried it
In a book
I never gave her.
Time gradually
Wears away at tenderness,
Insensitivity remains.
There is always
A thousand things
I meant to do and say,
Gifts that met trash canisters
Instead of human hands.
Can I find that book?
Do I have the courage
To read that note?
Did she ever conceive
That I loved her?
Will I ever rediscover the man
That vanished in an ancient kiss?
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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