maybe it’s been too long
but I find that when he called my name
everything felt
different
somehow changed
how certain melodies capture my ear
or the smell of lilac seeping through a bleak night
like the mysterious poet leaving pasted smiles
saying the things that wouldn’t matter to another soul
I guess it has been too long
but not too long ago since I dreamt
dreamt of later days
and still
his words reflected
catching my cheek when it went numb
I recall his voice
his touch
but not his face
I didn’t dare look to him when he last spoke farewell
so maybe it is just the little things
that remind me of this cruel reality
and yet a blessed life
