I close my eyes and images of you flash like pictures in a slideshow
I see you swinging on the swing your great great grandfather made, hanging on for dear life
I see you laying on the bed, paper strewn all around you, your glasses perched low on your nose
I see you in the kitchen, making your "famous" lemonchiffon cake, flour covering your body
I see you sitting in my car, hands tightly clasped on your lap, a single tear rolling down your cheek
I see you standing in the doorway, smiling so bittersweet, placing your secret recipe on our entryway table
I find myself thinking about you all the time, the way you tasted
And every time I see that worn index card on the kitchen counter, I remember the sweetness of our love and the bitterness of when you left
And how I wish I could see you baking that cake just one last time
But for now all I have are my memories
My reverie
Of you