i remember you
i mean….
i don't know
i remember you
gentle
with a caterpillar
on your finger
how can I hate you
when you exist in that reality
a memory painted golden
by time
that is not even mine
but a thing told in passing
a thing you said
that just stuck in my mind
i can see you
putting the caterpillar in your pocket
with those huge calloused hands
so carefully
so you could find it a home
some place safe
from a place of danger
but you are the gentle symbol of my hate
the expression of humanity i distrust
yet cannot help but love
the thought of you
that I have shined
and polished
precious
hunched over
head buried in your hands
in an existential pose
of despair
of pain
of time
of erosion
here i sit
as you once sat
generation after generation
the same posture
the same form
the same potential
untapped
in that futile
huddle
a circle
unbroken
stops at my feet
but we now
are the caterpillars
that may or may not
exist
in this gentle
time
i have made.
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