Just like this one,
This current one,
Do I exist,
In all the other ones?
In all the moments that have passed,
That I can only remember a fraction of,
Do I exist,
In all the other ones?
In all the other ones,
That we have yet to have,
That you have yet to remind me of,
Do we exist?
Like we do, right now?
So does the river flow,
Exactly where we last we saw it,
Next to the rocks,
And the tall grass,
So what does the exotic bird,
That we don't know the name of,
And did that bird finally,
Finish building its nest?
Would you then remind me
Where we first met
Where we first held hands
And how we first spoke?
That first breath of air
Must have been so sweet
As if I have been starved and patronised
For nine long months
And I wonder, where the sweetness come from,
In that thirsty glass of water,
And the umami, in that hungry kebab
And I wonder, if a new shade of yellow is being invented by every sunset,
And if the only forgiveable crime in existence is falling for all the previously known cliches,
And I wonder, If I am no poet, but an echo,
Nothing too important, nothing new, nothing too elegant,
And will an Ikea blanket and an infinite number of cups of chamomile tea
Can rescue me, from fearing the pits of hollowness,
And the risk of having never met anyone else,
Ever in my life,
Only mutated versions,
Of myself,
So I wonder,
Would you then remind me
Where we first met
Where we first held hands
And how we first spoke?
And would you then remind me,
How sometimes when I look someone in their glimmering eyes,
Or in someone's quick smile,
Sometimes when a dog plays with a stick,
Or if I walk past a cat, trustingly, fast asleep,
And sometimes when I look at a tree,
Or the city view,
Through someone's balcony,
I truly forget that nothing else,
But that moment, Do exist..
And I have no deficit,
No imperfection,
No craving,
No desire,
Left in me,
Anymore,
Just the bliss of nothingness,
For the first time,
In a long while,
Maybe since I've been born,
So I can't help but wonder,
If I do exist,
Just like this one,
This current one,
Do I exist,
In all the other ones?
In all the moments that have passed,
That I can only remember a fraction of,
Do I exist,
In all the other ones?
That have yet to come
That I have yet to gain
And yet I will only lose
In all the otherwise
Irregardless if I am with you
In all the otherwise
Where I never have you
And you don't have me
Would you then remind me
Where we first met
Where we first held hands
And how we first spoke?
So I can't help but wonder,
If I do exist,
Just like this one,
This current one,
Do I exist,
In all the other ones.
BS
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