Tom Mine, From Yours

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To Mine, From Yours by Michael Aranda 

You’re in there, somewhere

Entombed inside yourself

In some dark place

You don’t care to remember:

In the bedroom where you grew up

And we gave each other our virginities

As if they were things to be treasured

Rather than things to be lost

In the church that now lies in ruin

A burnt-out hollow shell

Where we held hands and shed tears

As I said goodbye to my mother

In the tiny college dorm room

That someone else now calls their own

Where you inspired me like no other

To search for knowledge and truth

In our disheveled bedroom

Where we awoke together

And locked eyes and time stopped

I could see the universe inside of you

You were young

I was stupid

Layer after layer of sediment

Hardly noticeable at first

Until your face disappeared

Beneath the sand

I tried to dig, but you kept sinking

Into a new shell, a new person

Like a snake wearing its molted skin

Smart and fancy like a business suit

I held out hope that you’d escape

Somehow you’d still be alive

But it’s been so long now

And your grave has gone cold

I don’t know if you can hear me

But wherever you are

I love you

I will always love you

This is goodbye

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