We live on the borderlands

In spaces between

Climbing the walls of our feared liminality

Losing ourselves in confusion

Losing ourselves

But where is that certainty?

Where is the place we once explored,

Danced that line,

The right or wrong,

The polarity-

Where even our poetry

Was sure?

Half in half out

You look at me and smile

But your face says something different

Inscrutable

And I read you slowly

Scanning, like I would

Shakespeare,

Neruda-

Lost in the language of yourself.

Oh but I could traverse

The borderlands of your memory...

But who am I to glimpse

That space between?

coda:

Wish I had not spoken:

No, let the truth be.

She used to have a heart of gold.

By god she still

Has a heart of gold.