Singing Cedar Memories

(image sourced from Magpie Tales)

The geometry has tilted,

our eyes slide too fast and too far down,

gravity gets hungrier with the years.

When the body takes a moment to remember

our legs make bruises on the sidewalk.

And when those cold footsteps crest,

we pull that deep red nostalgia beneath us

and slide down on singing cedar memories.

cold relationship poem.

This body chose to forget you
I can see your face through calculated window panes.
Outside those walls the memories crumble
& deteriorate like newspaper.
Your name separates into grit and tawny debris.

I love you
& I know how cold it is,
but no amount of forlorn
could frown this door back open.

If I let your shadow in,
you'd collect all your footprints
and leave your longing
pristine with the snow.



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