27.8.09

anna o.

this poem will not be asking where you disappeared to
or where you might have been had we known each other

but

i will ask if you stamped out my heart some time ago
by living in a space i lived in 120 years before i was born

well have you

did you have something to do with all of us being here

are you just another historical figure i keep trying to resurrect


or is it that your name feels beautiful

mostly that