I stroll the promenade of the Jersey City waterfront down
in the haunted valley of some business building and residential towers I could
never afford
a place which has no
memories of her to remind me of what I might have felt
strolling along the
same river farther north and yet I still feel haunted the way I might strolling
through a graveyard
these monolithic buildings instead of gravestones, her
imprint on me if not on the landscape
her journey she
details and essay, an echo of other things she has seen, other places she has
been, none of which has anything to do with me
good or bad; right or
wrong
her struggle sitting
inside me like poorly ingested meal I can either regurgitate nor get digested,
sitting heavy inside m, an added weight I must continue to carry wherever I
walk
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