Darling, Your Face Is Turning White
Darling, your face is turning white
becoming featureless an untracked field of snow
Your eyes which once burned like blue sky
are flattening out memory fails us both
I curse my failing memory try to catch it
it disappears around a bend another another
The exact timbre of your voice the gesture
that moved me so the way your laughter began
deep in your chest in your chest
three pieces of shrapnel were buried
three years ago
From The Bosnia Elegies – © 1998 Adrian Oktenberg. Published with permission from Paris Press, Inc. (www.parispress.org).
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