by Alisha B.

I come from the land of spirits
I come from behind you
You think it’s your future
It is a deeper past
than you will remember in this lifetime
It is dark because it’s behind you
It is as cool as the shadows’ pockets
 
You come from the dark into the light
You walk facing the sun
You do not want to remember
You cannot remember
although you sit all night, mouth open
I am always behind you
a hand a breath
nothing that reminds you entirely
of your death