This is a forgotten library
a place to read and observe
poetry by Miranda Hernandez
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Black Light
I kept your note
it said
"Come through the back door"
It is now a memento
that I think of while in a darkroom
my safe space
my mind
lives in the past
do not forget me
i, diminished, i, will always remember you
Rage Invisible
There are invisible people
they speak seldom and I am one of them
coming and going is easy, as if it is natural to leave and arrive, arrive and leave,
staying is difficult when you cant speak for hours at a time without meaning
I meant to show you that I love you without words
I meant a full embrace but I did not like the idea of letting go
so I embraced in half
and yet, it didn't happen
You were not you and whoever that was, was a replacement
There are ghosts, we are ghosts