Day 245: A Memory Poem

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there is a memory
that let’s me fall back into you
like an old coat
shaped to my form,

or is it my form
that’s been shaped
to it?

it is a memory
relived with present breath
and i wrap myself in it
like noses tucked under collars
and gloved hands on the knee.

see?

i still keep it with me.

my thumb on your lip,
the sweet, hushed rest
of my head on your chest,

and snow.

snow.

snow.

 

soft drops of silent knowing
that need no words to mark us.
just by standing ‘round
in their falling down

we left a trail –

tracks in an eternal winter –
tracing back,
tracing back

to long before we met;

where memory
of what we would become
was shaped

like a snowflake

formed

in fall.

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