From Reena
or darri, today

i can\'t remember that far
back into the past, can\'t

even remember
if i imagined
him alive:

he taught me things
which made no difference
to me when i first heard
them

like i was young
and he was old;

older

and he taught me words
which made the day\'s shadows
lengthen on the sidewalk
of my youth

words like
i love you;

i love you anyway

but i can\'t forget
the way i needed his touch
whether he really did exist

or not
 
Darri
1970 - ...
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