Circulating memories of childhood amenities
Hurled beneath your feet like gold bricks and steppingstones
Your mother's loving remedies and the thought of praying for your enemies
I can feel you through the penmanship, I can tell you that you're not alone

Church on Sunday mornings, you're weeping through the rosary
Tears falling on your winter coat like rain drops through a Eulogy
Footsteps on the carpeting like the persistence of a metronome

When I pass your house I never will forget
Even when it's just dirt and they turn it into a parking lot
I'll always remember you, I'll always remember  the summer when I thought,
That you liked me.

It was dark and you were doing summersaults
As the church bells rang out in the park
And your dress was tangled under your feet
The circuitry of your emotional shadow was lurking in the backdrop
Like a less important family member in a customary photo
The dark was a haze covering us like coffins
With your hopes and aspirations buried in them like ground water

I hope you will remember someday this happened
And it will come back like a prodigal at his wits end
Embedded in your drawstrings
Like sound waves in a pitch bend