But now day and future
Speak.
Once I had a promise
Receded.
I never thought, then
That I could unknow you
Unlove you
Having tasted your flesh and tears
But here I am
Time pushing me through new keyholes
To new places in myself.
The third floor still squeaks
But no cat mouths balk
At Pablo Neruda
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