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…
2 comments:
lovely.
and very sad.
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