Forgetting is voracious.
The one who turns his back on the past
will be hollowed out from behind without noticing it.
Without seeing how what has been and is to be
exist here now and claim us.
You who rest with your head against my arm
while conversing intimately in the dark
still live in a distant city
with some other man. So much longer
we must go on searching for each other!
In the meantime I continue working
on my book about the anatomy of forgetting.
Note how the mirror has been emptied of memories.