Presque Vu

By Alyssa Shanderson


Can you unlearn a person
Like the shore fades and forgets
Footprints imprinted on February sands?
Can one consign the muscle memory
The brain sends to the body to calm
When the smell of perfume wafts
In invisible threads that streak bright blues
And makes the day end in lulled relief.

Fingerprints pressed
From the small of my back to the
Back of my hand to the
Core of my bones
And to the side of my nose where
You flicked off an eyelash
In seven years’ time I’ll have
A body you haven’t seen or touched.

I hope that you find your best self,
I wish I could have met them.
I know they are kind and caring, 
Trustworthy, witty, and charming
It is alarming how much I believe
They’ll ignite the world with their passion
Leaving the sky orange with inspiration
I hope you find them.

Can you unlearn a person
Like the shore fades and forgets
Footprints imprinted on February sands?
Is there a word to describe
The process of learning how
Painful it is to recognize your worth
And have such pride
When the earth crumbles beneath you