Would I


Recognise your name anymore
In a list, would the letters assemble
Neatly and compose the face of you
As it appeared to me many years ago
Humble and natural
Inclined to weather with fatigue
Your mouth soft
The only destination for my mouth
Which breathes your name

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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