#wrong cave

[gorfidi]

@heviziers

❛   NO   TREASURE   TO   BE   FOUND   HERE,   traveler.         everything   you   see   belongssss   to   me.    surely,   you   don’t   mean   to   take   anything?   ❜  

[aristotlemcdonald]

Old Love

In the glance of a mirror, I saw a timid shape standing in the bevelled bit, the thin prismatic strip on the edge of the frame and thought it was a ghost of you.

What are you doing here? You can’t just appear, without warning, like we were used to it being. You seemed blurry, like the first and the last time. In between, how huge you were. The shadow you cast let much sleep beneath its shade. You wavered in the air, vanishing. How I wanted to hold out my hand, so that your sad ghost could crawl into a friendly cradle. Of course it was nothing—a trick of the light and a splinter in the eye of a hair gummed across the heart.

No, you are frozen where you were that last time, deaf and dumb, a wax-work in the pin-hole museum, while your tiny, passionate soul, marooned in the middle of nowhere, cries and stretches out its arms.

Meanwhile, on my own rock, on the other side of the world, I think of you, blind and stumbling in the dark, while the rescuers throw the beams of their torches into the wrong cave.