I need photographs of you to remember
the way you smiled at me
moments that cannot be re-
drawn with crayons
or pounded into the present
with frustrated shrieks.
I have a string.
It is a thread of grey
long and trailing behind over
the horizon; I am walking
on a highway back
somewhere
where has that place gone?
If I follow the thread back,
will I find you there?
Or, are memories scaled in shades
of black and white
fluttering like a bird’s heart?
I don’t really need the photographs
to remember; it is that I
wish to flesh out memory until
you are standing before me
a reflection of who I am
and so spectacularly,
who you are
and tip-toe up to kiss you
gently, breathing life
into your eyes that
was gone
to see you smile.
Wow your a very good poet.
That is really nice. Thank you for the encouragement. 🙂
Wnderful writing, Stephanie. All three were great reading, but the emotion in the first one makes it my favorite.
That’s interesting. Sometimes I feel the emotion is making it ‘less.’ Like I need to be more subtle…I fluctuate between that reigned in sort and the full-out emotion. Thanks for the feedback!
lovely wonders, well done.
🙂
Good work, Stephanie! Love the crayons and the string and the tip-toeing, so evocative of childhood, and the life the memory has, so much so to give life to one who has lost it. A wonderful way to imagine it.
Thanks for the kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed it!