This remains our mystery

See, I could fill rooms and mouths to understand just what it was you did to me.

I could pour ink through my fingers, spill memories across the page until they form the neatest of lines. I could attempt to distill what survived, sift through the words to find some greater truth about love.

And you.


I come up empty every time.

Desire? Love? (The chemistry? The alchemy?)

The way you altered me.

Above all, this remains our mystery.

inexplicable by Joanne Piechota

Image by Joanne Piechota


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