Sterling silver, once around my neck

lies coiled on the tile

in a serpent arabesque;

double-crossing the cross along its chain,

reminding me again

of the paradox of things,

which are seldom what they seem.

When, at times, words run dry

and actions spill their hollow contents on the floor;

when, at times, you feign a smile

and leave bloody handprints on the door;

words may come and words will go

and someday we might find

that these words we needed most

are the same we left behind.

You’re out of sight

and out of mind,

but only on the surface.

Sight is gone

but thoughts go on,

and thoughts are ever restless.

So, out of sight

and out of eye;

but never out of mind.

You always leave a residue;

a reminder of some kind.

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