Farbauftrag | poetry

when I write about you

you’re back in the room with me


and it feels like nothing

within you

ever broke


I carry your ring with me in my pocket

despite my daily fear of losing it


when I write about what it means

to me

that you’re dead

that you were alive

a part of you appears

without vocabulary


when I write about how I departed from your body

with ever-unfinished goodbyes and unanswered comebacks

with stretched-out hands

I am finding my place in your death


when I am writing about the face that wasn’t yours anymore

I admit that I’m haunted

because it doesn’t fade away

it reminds me that you didn’t want to survive the injuries

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene


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