Remembrance

First featured in the Little Rose Magazine, July 2018

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The old cuckoo has been strangled
rolling in dust
for its coarse and harsh cries
are bringing back the
memories
too hard to bear
too painful to hear

The cobwebs in the old piano
have marked the
crotchet of my memories
with the missing
touch of my lover’s fingers
devoid of its symphony

The broken chair and
cracked mirrors
are storing the reflection
in its cracks
my tongue slaps my cheek
to hear the broken verses
and lost songs
from the past

Those folds in the
sheets
holds the warmth of our
supple skin
Too fearful to
lose the memories,
I’m letting the wrinkles
sink in

The air is heavy and laced
with your memories
in this old dusty room
those specks of dust are
dancing and dangling
intoxicated by the love
of our old moon.

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