You were the world before the world,
And on your patient banks I found
treasures unknown to me before:
friendship, grace and care were there
and others so obscure but true-
I knew because they glittered too.
I placed these things in secret parts
for fear of damage, fear of loss,
but then the world grew to include
a great deal more and
(forgive me, love) quite less of you.
And what was the cost? I ask,
in retrospect of the event,
a forest here, an ocean there?
(I shrug as if it not a loss)
Trifles- like your parting lips.
I knew you little,
but, what I knew,
I knew it well.
I held the world, but for a day.
What have I lost?
Those secret parts I can't recall.
I buried them and to them all
I left no marker.
You are a distant shore; I fear
I cannot reach, though I long it near.
You were the world before the world,
love, please forgive,
I just forgot.
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AN: A short poem about Portal 2. Wheatley remembers, a bit of Chelley and a nod to Elizabeth Bishop's poem One Art... you know, if you squint and turn your head a bit.
Hope you all enjoy. :)
