You are the air (my air)
that I feel, invisibly. And the oxygen
that I breathe(, my oxygen).
You are the letter (—never sent—)
I have written with invisible ink. And
the song I have sung inaudibl(y)e (loud)
to the world. Only you and I
could have heard, or read
or breathed—
each other’s air and oxygen,
and (vanishing) love letters,
and (lyric-less) melodies.
Oh, dear, the world is untouched
when I remember you. And
(oh, dear), the world remained untouched
when I forgot (you),
and when you forgot (me),
and when we forgot (us).
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