2/7/12 Poem by Ryan Cole

You are not the tears I shed

and I am not the words you speak

as we are not these things that make us

Separate/together

What is the sum of us

words and tears

The whole seen in fragments

Like the items thrown haphazard into an overnight bag

for a weekend tryst,

forgotten, put aside

Only to be discovered later in the back of my closet

the scattered remains of what was/is

words and tears,

You and I

whole/apart

pieced together, the archeology of love

the shards of memory

Lost and found

And I am not the tears you shed,

as you are not the words I write

Yet we are perhaps these things that make us

Together/separate