I had never seen you, never smelled
Your voice; but I think I know you, because I
Believe in desire. You had never seen me,
Never heard my breath; but you think you know me
Because you believe in remorse.
When life had failed me,
I abandoned you and
All other shrines. You cleaved only to
Solitude, lulled your passion to sleep
Kindred emotions.
Had I been more careless and unaltered
My impulses, you might have dumped on me
The load of your virtual heart and
All other ruins from its own wreck;
Then may be then
We might not have really known each other.

T. Byram Karasu is the author of Rags of My Soul