on returning to school to the sight

it was every breath you ever took and
every second / minute / infinity of eye contact
we ever made, the universe
never stopped for a moment and
the ground beneath your feet was shuddering
but not mine as my ankles shattered
in their leather bombshells bombshelters
in the static of your summer it was
the clippers scraping across your scalp
as you shaved away your entire existence,
tried to remember a time when you had control and
i forgot, too, the slight matter of your being
exploding like an epiphany shaped like your hands
your dark eyes,
just a prick of light like the lamps
on the front of the car that managed not to run me over
before the silence that burned
like the wings of a thrush, a true thrush,
singing the sound you hear before you fall in love,
and it was the silence and our voices that shattered it;
it was a million things that neither of us will ever know