Squint

I’m there.

If you really focus and disconnect.

If you sigh with a gasp.

If the past is visible and wanted,

while being lost and discarded.

I am there.

I am in between the words you can’t quite remember, and the memories you didn’t make.

People, in their endless sunset, discard and hold me at a distance.

But I am there, saying divine revelation in encrypted and deadened mumbling.