What Do I Keep? — Igor Batorshin

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I signed the last form with my left hand
The ink came out thin, but it held
They rolled the cart away at noon
I stayed behind to count the chairs
One for me, one for the coat I forgot
I keep correcting myself: there was no coat
Just a blank place where I stood
And the clock kept its appointment

I tell myself, you made it through
I answer, I know, I was there
I tell myself, then why keep the key?
I answer, it fits nothing now
My thumb finds the groove in its edge
A little habit with no address
I could toss it in the bin
I could keep it till my hand gives out

No grand account
No tidy proof
Just your name in my mouth
When I have nothing to do

What do I keep? You.
What do I lose? The count.
I can go days without saying it
Then say it once and start again
What do I keep? You.
What do I lose? The count.
I can go days without saying it
Then say it once and start again

I buy two pears, eat one standing
The second waits until it turns soft
I tell myself, this is ridiculous
I answer, yes, and leave it there
Some evenings I rehearse your laugh
But I get the timing wrong
I try again, less careful this time
There. That sounds more like you

No grand account
No tidy proof
Just your name in my mouth
When I have nothing to do

What do I keep? You.
What do I lose? The count.
I can go days without saying it
Then say it once and start again
What do I keep? You.
What do I lose? The count.
I can go days without saying it
Then say it once and start again

I used to think the ending would explain us
Some final sentence with the weight of a verdict
But the day arrived, and it was only Tuesday
I missed a call, I burned the rice, I laughed
Then felt guilty for the laugh and laughed again
I tell myself, stop making a case
I answer, I’m trying
I’m trying

What do I keep? You.
What do I lose? The count.
I can go days without saying it
Then say it once and start again
What do I keep? You.
What do I lose? The count.
I can go days without saying it
Then say it once and start again

I leave the key beside the pears
Tomorrow I’ll move it
Or I won’t