17 August 2012

The memories that I've left out are the ones that are free, the ones that have escaped our mortality.
One came back today, but I allowed to it to leave, in a dream.
It was the one where you never left, you just stood by the gate, waiting for me to open its lock.
The one where you were still in a dress, the skirt in a classic and feminine flare.
Your hands full of bags.
Your lips pursed in a smile. Head slightly bent to the left.
It was Teachers' Day.
You could have been in a hat and a pair of gloves and it would not have felt out of place.
Your grace froze in time.
So did my gaze.
In my dream, we didn't move away from that instant
as I took time to remember the color of that lipstick.
Welcome home, all that I could muster, as I fumbled to hit the snooze on the alarm.
Before you were free again, and I am not.




D woke up at 8/17/2012 03:44:00 AM [comment]

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