Monday, 18 February 2008

remembering light

I remember you, but how?
Just how remains unclear.

I remember lights were low –
I think that I drew near?

I remember sadness, still;
A strange, low time of day.

I remember confusion, dark,
Sadness and dismay.

I remember the layout
Of the saddest room.

Maybe built within my mind.
Maybe. I don’t know.

I know that things changed that night –
I’m sure that it was night.

I know you can’t have given up -
That would suggest a fight.

I always knew the difference –
The way we stood apart.

Just a mother and her child –
No football in the park.

Few photographs – fewer words –
Maybe it hurt too much?

Even now, the tears roll forth
If you’re mentioned over lunch.

Writing this, I barely see
The words upon the screen.

Unsure why I started this,
And wondering where you’ve been…