Undocumented

It’s an undocumented

love not presented

fully to my heart

shed a tear 

but do not leave

I’ve only begun

to attach to the dream

of you and me

laughing in between

a dim lit room and 

the bridal white beam

of a full winter’s moon

Run me forever, and ever

as lost to the wind

but, I fear not the

authority you hold

of suspending me

solidified, in 

your wild-honeyed 

sap, your dried out 

unbridled confessions

It’s been professed

out loud, honestly

the way you left

undocumented, I’m

left a weak-kneed

fractile being 

a shattered sediment

of a stone

without any proof 

without any hope

to show, to prove

you even existed.

No. I fear not 

my love. I fear not.

I have no documentation

to present.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Sergio Rodriguez – Portugues del Olmo on Unsplash

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