the reboot the reset almost complete,
we stand in her his my your shoes
overlooking this brandnew world of
mountains and rivers, of plains and woods
where the future will happen
where the future we shape
does it hurt to let go
a whole former land,
a whole former time?
you can't restart without losing the past
you can't restart without embracing death
so let us into dive into the open air
off we go
it all reverts back to before you:
my belongings dropping away from me
like unsympathetic skydivers,
gone the car house job life
none of it mine to start with
so as senility grimaces at me
on the horizon, I reboot to
adolescence, nothing to give
but my bare skin
full-on reboot
beyond the obliteration of a lifetime
lies the annihilation of dreamtime
understanding how to love
beyond memories, pictures and words
I am grateful you came packed
with a whole life
to live in
you’re making it so easy to
love you
a year ago today was
the first day that you were
not
you will never be again.
so against all odds
I planted
my life number two
and the river runs deep
all anchors and tow-ropes severed
- not all of them painlessly,
more so for them than for us -
but the river is calling us
and so we drift into the future
with a houseful of memories and love
for sustenance
into a brandnew land
the crisp spring light
floods your stonecold grave
where the first freesias of the new year
bud under your sun
that we’ve circled once
since the end of the past.
the circle is complete.
this is it then, the final cut
two wedding rings discarded
the past shut off, with
all the people in it and all the things
that were left undone and left unsaid -
flushed away in a flood of tears.
I loved you, my sun,
but my soul’s grown back,
and I travel without you now
onward onto an open ocean
in a new solar system
Superheated air streams in Through the driver-side window as I burn the car Across the blistering heat, exhuming Ian Curtis's Pompeian ...
