If He Lived, Did He Have the Same Name

If he lived did he have the same name

If He Lived, Did He Have the Same Name

I remember the death of you
As the other me's do not
It was before I could be
More than a friend sharing words
Because of murder still disguised
After all these years, as your own hand
Perhaps the unshaven and eyeliner
Wile you sang of cracking heartbreak
Of a raising full of pain in your place
As what was defined as male
And you found a world of both kisses
As my dreams leaked of other places
Where you lived long with songs for me
You told the world of my stories
Giving me the lines I needed for home
How many times you lived without her
Because it was still her hand that killed
This place is the only one with holes
Of whether it was your words with gun
Far off across another existence
Where she never crossed your sight
Was where you struggled to live longer
And still there with all your songs
Healing like a broken fish can
Of a world that did not swim deep
You gave the translations of feeling
Maybe even remember your arms
Around the woman for her brains
Until her legs would claim you

How many were like you in my other
Not bruised like I could've been place
Because I knew how to speak and hold
My own stages on my towers
What would it've been like
To not live in the nay-sayers’ caves with bars
If flooding basement I had to crawl
Was never a had-to do these steps to live
Knee-high in the rotting, wet pile of
Blankets thrown over my ways
That other place where I spent two years
Inside your heart and arms
Did you show me my voice mattered
As my body was your wish to touch
Did my back arch your way
Because your feelings were soft for me
I think your stack of books of lines
Because your lyrics were more to be
Into poetry, my poet of other life
What would it've been if we were
Older than when we shared bodies
To send each other poems like
Letters to a soldier from naked lover
Who now could be this kind of lace
In my world where you never were
And these others where we’ve grown
Into paths our hearts followed away
Yet friends in a place of always
Like defining dimensional turning point

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