“Years of Reconciliation” by Dionisio D. Martinez:
The mime troupe is in town again. They want to reconstruct us
bit by bit.
This is where the house went up in flames.
This is how we walked away, trying to salvage nothing.
That’s us, building our separate houses in the aftermath.
There were ashes to be swept away, years of debris, pages and
pages of unresolved music.
Here we are, looking out of our respective windows at the
space between us.
Of all the illusions, forgetting is the most dangerous.