Whispered Wanderings

After Edgar Allan Poe “Deep In Earth”

I sit in a darkness no one understands,
tears my constant companion.
They taste of a far-away ocean I
visited once as a child, leaving me wonder:
how much of myself did I leave there,
to have it returned to me now in my tears?

How much of me have I left
in every place I’ve visited? In every place
I’ve ever dared call home?

And if I welcome those pieces back to me now,
what void would take their place, as I
become whole once more? Would the
psychic space heal itself, as though
it had never known of me?

I see that only the memories would remain:
and I must weep alone.

klm
7/13/24