Fragments

Fragments left behind…

Shame nothing in full survived

] Only parts

Pieces only partly known

Equates to then more

But then

The bracket [ ]

              Suddenly vacant

The mind rushes beautifully;

It’s free space

              For you

] Use it

The breath

The

Staggered

Lyric

On

The page

Or what is left of the [ ]

Tell us all that we know:

Just as much as any other,

Of she, you, me in true time beside –

When we existed together

Tasting the same air

Moved by the same tide…

Only you know not of the

Spaces we choose to leave

Unillustrated [ ]

] I am [ ]

]

]

And to me [ ] was everything –

Unspoken,

Without unambiguous confrontation.

Unuttered,

She left an extension herself,

More after then survived.

You do not know them

Until they etch

The

Gaps

] Of

What no one would have accepted;

Of what no one would have believed

Or understood at least…

Until they are dead –

[ ].

And you get to decide

       What they by the fragments

On the papyrus

Meant.