there’s a poem,
locked away
somewhere
I don’t remember…
Memory
Remember
when I was the sunshine kid…
I didn’t cry for you today.
Nor did I cry for you yesterday.
The tears are staying
on the inside now….
The world
will come apart
in your hands…
On the dark days,
remember today’s
sun rays,
remember it’s hiding…
would you give up
the stretch of a cinnamon roll,
the smoothness of pudding,
the crunch of a cucumber…
when I’m the only noise
clicking through the kitchen,
when I’m the only music
playing in the rec room,
when I’m the only voice
yawning on the couch…
How I would so much like,
to see a rainbow again,
with the wonder I must have had…
Smell is supposedly,
one of the strongest things,
which can spark memories…
Half-formed dream
still on my lips,
arms wrapped around me,
kisses on my neck,
except it’s just me,
he’s not there….
