‘I Knew’ - poem

I Knew

Peeling off like wet skin 

from a wound you inflicted. 

You had to, didn’t you?

You couldn’t just pass me by,

harming me in not noticing,

harming me in not harming me?

I still feel wet sometimes,

the lost, translucent wetness that I liked 

so much, then,

when you and - was it really me?

put arms and limbs and 

milky threads around our web

of homeless clouds.

I flew then, I knew, how.

I sank then, under the bow

of our boat, so lovely,

so full, so achingly brave,

so far away, so remote now.

I drank then, I gulped then,

I breathed then, I knew.

                      Robert Faeth

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