My Memory Preserves Us

The house
too small

the living room
abundant but empty

On the table
chicken legs
borrowed
tea pot with no
aroma only hot water

I drink
and think of us

Some new
releases atop
the TV

I wish the old
the lost days
the yet
promised

I drink
and think of us

I walk back
through these
rooms that tell
what we were:
childish as tops,
spinning songs,
loosening our tethered,
formal love,
we always
found love
hands hanging
cheeks child-ruddy

My memory stops here.

Soon I will
slide out the side
door and stand in
the blue nightfall
let sorrow come
back in the present

I step to the cool
edge of stones
at the alley
not myself but some other
spirit, benign
and stand
lit up, glowing
inside thinking
happy

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