Owner Of The CD Player

Pablo José Mejia

Self-proclaimed “healing” 

Do not mistake my intention 

My eyes are not aligned for your erasure 

I slowly become accustomed to your absence, 

And if you decide that you want your footprints to be covered for good 

I will settle 

But the sliver is alive 

And I still listen for your call 

I still hope for the wiping of my shoes on the doormat of your little wooden home 

Where I entrusted you with carnal weight, 

Which I hope you are keeping safe in your back pocket 

I am not opposed to taking up more space in your photobook 

And if you tap me on the shoulder, 

My arms will open 

I recognize the contradiction 

And I wish I were simpler 











This is what I am landing on 

You do not have to be a stranger anymore