when you were introduced to me,
I remembered who you were
nostalgically
tucked in a corner of every room
of every home
in every state
in jars and tin cans,
in white papers
or brown leaves,
under couches
or behind drawers
you followed her
through my door
to fill and fog
my space, I remember
our first taste,
first cringe
and lung glitch,
every stitch
we unraveled,
the first abyss
we traveled
we opted you stay
after the soul quake
as the only one
who could relate
to the harbored
dismay and aches;
you’d keep
destruction at bay
reconstructing
my perception
and my character
whenever I faltered,
you’d be there
to counter;
I could breathe
for another day
but now,
the air is dense
and I can’t make sense
of my own pretenses
or my own absences
with you here
stifling
the untouchable
parts of me
the parts of me
I need
– B. Brown
(Artist:Jackson Pollock (American, Cody, Wyoming 1912–1956 East Hampton, New York) Date:ca. 1938–41)
Very nice poem
Thank you ❤️
This piece is wonderful. It speaks about how love consumes us… for better or for worse
Yes, love consumes, changes us and spits us out a new, I’ll tell you
Ugh so true!! The best and worst thing in life combined.