Anamnesis … Michael Robles

by Michael Robles

I remember the faces All so different, Yet so sincere. They’re all I see in the darkness. They have each other— For now.

He’s full of love and blindness And smiling more than ever— A child I knew before. He’s bright upstairs, With his heart misplaced again.

As dismal as the days go, He knows no death or sorrow. Bliss hidden among the storm, The clouds follow with the sun.

Page after page The needle sets in Sewing another story For him to bind his life to. He’ll die again, Just like every other

Time when knuckles crack— The grains infinite as they are— His feet sink deeper, The scars make friends

The paths are not the same— They never are.