My hand presents my feelings better than my arms -
I hold you so poorly.
Decades from now, everyone will remember
My love for you according to papyrus. You will tell them ancient beauties
Did not preclude atrocities.
You will implore everyone not to believe the Sphinx,
That riddles are just pretentious questions
From an asker who chose to disguise
Their intentions, who chose to let you wonder
If you ever understood their true feelings.
You will have forgotten me on purpose
And no one else’s comments will
Ever resurrect me to you.
My Poems Treat You Better Than I Do by Robert Owens