Knox I’ll Miss You Too
Knox I’ll Miss You Too
I’ve always existed
in the liminal space between
now and then; never able
to see beyond the immediate
horizon; never really needing to.
I lived without history;
without future—this, I was made
to understand, is the truest freedom
and I get it now because
the moment Sylvie said I’ll miss you,
the voice speaking for desire’s secret
heart replied, I’ll miss you too
and I realized I’d never again
be completely free because memory
is a skin, not a shirt; something you wear
and can’t take off.
That week I spent with the Girl
with Serious Eyebrows; the Girl
I Kissed to No Avail; the Girl
Who Made My World Larger; the Girl
Who Said I’ll Miss You.
Give me liberty or give me death, someone important
whose name I can’t remember once said,
but that guy never met Sylvie Blake.