phil van doorn

hindsight can't exist

existing
            i found you
            you should have stayed hidden

the void,
            a newly bought box
            i feel empty
            wrapped in alluring

pictures
            your face rests
            behind my eyelids

and conversations
            you listened to friends
            you wouldn’t speak to me

of symbols,
            you wore white gold
            it corroded your skin

unrelated
            cockatoo’s strut
            proudly aware

7^th commandment,
            you chose a path
            i wasn’t it

love
            you asked for love
            not of me,
            so why did you ask?

and gestures of
            roses
            should come with bees

forgotten
            i won’t miss remembering
            that i miss you

hindsight
            i should have played
            with your navel more
            since you didn’t like that