Non Redibimus

We shall not come again, not to this wet and summer day, nor to the waylaid place where you laid waste to me and I to you, and where we reminisced recalling who did what to whom. We shall not come again. Not to the bed we thrashed nor to the memory of the way I brushed my hair back, nights, nor to the air we dared to share to breathe, or couldn’t quite. We shall not come again. No more, my face seen round your corner, or your briefcase found beneath my table. We weren’t able, apt or sane. We shall not come again. Nor cry nor clutch, not even once again. We shall not cover up in quilts or bear the beast of one another’s guilts or sit in silences made saddest by what