Reclamation Something serious has gone amiss: don’t ask me what it is. The usual ‘lost’ is sought and found. My loss is different: it’s the ground that comes, then leaves my mind. I stand on it, but cannot find. You shower affection tell me our connection; you bring back my past, but I hardly know you. Your tales of our past yield little clue. I sweat with shame guessing your name. Don’t quiz me please, something’s gone wrong: your name, my name, and where we belong. I lost our relationship somewhere, somewhere I can’t repair. Your face is so familiar, so dear, but who are you? Too shy to admit if I ever knew you. When you come in, I ask, ‘Who brought you here?’ But where is ‘here’? What used to be one is now so many. The name leaves the face and the usual place; their threads part company -
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