For always
Until your time expires
Or some wretched disease
Steals
Those precious fragments
From your mind
The name of your fifth-grade teacher
The phone number of your grandmother who has been gone for thirty years
The street address of the house you lived in when you were three
The phone number of your grandmother who has been gone for thirty years
The street address of the house you lived in when you were three
These things you may recall
And then
There are things that will recall you
Teleport you
Back
In an instant
Teleport you
Back
In an instant
And you smell the chalk dust as you clean the eraser in first grade
You hear the ocean as you hold hands at night, legs hanging off a gulf balcony
You taste her lips in an eleventh-grade hallway, when kissing was everything
You see your mother when she was younger, and years were longer
You feel the butterflies the first time you saw your wife
The sense of finally being home found in that first embrace
You taste her lips in an eleventh-grade hallway, when kissing was everything
You see your mother when she was younger, and years were longer
You feel the butterflies the first time you saw your wife
The sense of finally being home found in that first embrace
It's a song that brings back the finality of driving away
From something, someone, somewhere
And knowing you would never be there again
From something, someone, somewhere
And knowing you would never be there again
The perfume that lingered in the blankets
For weeks after she left
That stretch of 434 where the car flipped onto its side
The coolness of the April night
As you climbed out and walked four miles
Or a movie they play every goddamned December
And you watch it every year
No matter how much it makes you miss them
The number of your tears
Because in the deluge
You find
A sliver of a smile
You recollect the good, before the bad
The love, before the loss
You find
A sliver of a smile
You recollect the good, before the bad
The love, before the loss
The blue hot flame, before the cold, empty ashes
You remember the faith, before the doubt
The hope, before the hopelessness
All the life lived... before the death
You remember the faith, before the doubt
The hope, before the hopelessness
All the life lived... before the death
Yes, there are things your mind may remember
But these
These are the things
Your heart
Cannot forget
The things that recall you
Beckoning you to return
These are the memories that prove
These are the memories that prove
You didn't simply exist
You were alive
You were alive
Goosebumps
Slow-to-heal scars
Impromptu road trips
Al fresco dinners in new towns
Scared to death
Make it up as you go
Laugh until you cry
And cry until the tears run dry
Alive!
Impromptu road trips
Al fresco dinners in new towns
Scared to death
Make it up as you go
Laugh until you cry
And cry until the tears run dry
Alive!
Warning:
These memories
They will steal your breath
They will steal your breath
And it all happens at lightspeed
(The teleporting, and the life.)
(The teleporting, and the life.)
wow. so good. please don't stop writing again! i forgot how much i always looked forward to your posts. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. That is so kind of you to say. I forgot how much I enjoyed writing.
DeleteAbout nine years ago, I bought a journal that I am recording these sorts of memories down in as they come to me for my kids to find someday after I'm gone. Thanks to you, I probably can write a few more entries later today from now sparked memories.
ReplyDeleteEd, that’s pretty much the reason I have started blogging again. Hopefully they can read it someday if they wish.
DeleteThough I do need to back it up.
Incredible writing..true art.
ReplyDeleteSay, your comment led me to the solution for the problem I had on my blog, thanks!
Glad you got it figured out!
DeleteReading your recent poetry takes me back to my old past. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely been taking some mind trips back in time lately.
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