Reminders

The chill can be

kind of cruel

for it generally

reminds me

of your

hug

 

even the sun

and its piercing rays

for I remember

these words

I speak:

“your sight”

the dust

on our center

table

marks where

your

palm

rests as you try to

reach my

lips

and the engine oil spill

on garage

and your gruesome hard work

and our puppy

for your daily poop

clean up

and the leaves hanging

from neighbor’s

Mango tree

your clatter collection

and never I forget

the house key

and your kisses on my

temple

every time I left

it inside the locked house

especially this

office carbon paper

and the poetry

I dedicated

to this love

(and the day dreaming)

these all reminds me

of this love

love which will

age

eternally

remembered

 

16^th of June 2012

©2012 J.B.T.