Where did you go
\nthat I followed through a house
\nof endless lives?
\nHow could I know you?
\nHow did you expect me to?
\nWhat is hidden behind a door,
\na night deeper than darkness?
\nWhat could I know of you
\nin the cellar of life?
\nAnd why does one so beautiful
\nhide?
\nShow up with a longing
\nto have me know,
\nI knew you once,
\nmany times?
\nForever?<\/p>\n
And where, dear phantom, does that leave me,
\ntoiling through the fragments of a dream,
\nas one who comes on an unsigned journal
\nthat tells a story only to itself.
\nBut I wept as I read it,
\nI cried because I am not sentimental.
\nBecause lost things are truly lost,
\nand it is more pain that I can bear,
\nbut there it is,
\ntruth spread out on a page
\nof lost selves,
\nrooms,
\nconversations,
\na lost life I might have known,
\nand who took it from me?
\nOr did I leave her, and
\nsee her full of loneliness,
\nand pay a price for some crime
\nI\u2019ve forgotten.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where did you go that I followed through a house of endless lives? How could I know you? How did you expect me to? What…<\/p>\n