The fear of a past found in a birthplace. <br />Any record of me. <br />I remain anonymous and watch-less. <br />A beggar who gave it all away in her old days of royalty. <br />I have forgotten to tell time. <br />All I have are miniature bottles of gin, <br />Pocketsized as priceless jewels of obliteration. <br />I blot my tongue dry with alcohol <br />And the taste of sad fury. <br />My age is privileged information. <br />Don’t you know its rude to ask that of a woman? <br />Is that how you determine her worth? <br />My eyes have seen many things <br />And are laden with crows feet for such weary sights. <br />Why I do not go near mirrors. <br />Any doppelganger in an airport will bring me over the edge. <br />Like the time I was delayed and sweating profusely… <br />And there she was …how I was fifteen years ago <br />Before I met you in haste. <br />At first I thought that I could not sum up a more perfect dream <br />As our twin luggage collided and we each grasped the handles simultanously. <br />It felt like mimicry in a mirror…two mimes trapped in glass long after duty called. <br />It was the off-hours and I was more tired than she having lived this long. <br />I heard the bird’s wings winding as the passengers deplaned like old lost lovers. <br />This was twenty years ago. <br />Do not find me. <br />I sincerely do not wish to find myself.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/timeless-16/
