You spread across the synapses
Resurrecting long buried mind pictures that quickly
Consume the soul in sticky, tar-like drips.
You contained pictures of my mother when she was close to me,
Holding me so she could become closer to what I was.
My mother wrote dates, numbers and letters so she could remember what you were.
You toss memories about like confetti.
Constant reminders of what “is” and what “used to be”.
Fissures between hearts and souls
Leave whimsical marks dancing on mouth corners.
You develop memories that can fill my days with bologna sandwiches and flavored tap water.
While joys of past dissolve, evaporate, & melt away
like the blizzard that was “us”.
So I sit and I stare at you,
An archeological find of what once was
But now is nothing more than heart residue.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
You spread across the synapses
Resurrecting long buried mind pictures that quickly
Consume the soul in sticky, tar-like drips.
You contained pictures of my mother when she was close to me,
Holding me so she could become closer to what I was.
My mother wrote dates, numbers and letters so she could remember what you were.
You toss memories about like confetti.
Constant reminders of what “is” and what “used to be”.
Fissures between hearts and souls
Leave whimsical marks dancing on mouth corners.
You develop memories that can fill my days with bologna sandwiches and flavored tap water.
While joys of past dissolve, evaporate, & melt away
like the blizzard that was “us”.
So I sit and I stare at you,
An archeological find of what once was
But now is nothing more than heart residue.
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