The Memory Keeper
To Chris.
The Memory Keeper
like jazz
notes knowing no end
like stone
the stilling marker bend
you sat with me long hours
i was lost
if breadcrumbs were the way back
i would cut myself some slack
and not depend
on you to stand
for me
like roses
flowers accrue the red
like tears
the salty wine i bled
you held my hand into nights
I was lost
If time could be my circle
my soul would not curdle
in the hospital bed
for you to sit
and wait for me.
like jazz
notes knowing no end
like stone
the stilling marker bend
you sat with me long hours
i was lost
if breadcrumbs were the way back
i would cut myself some slack
and not depend
on you to stand
for me
like roses
flowers accrue the red
like tears
the salty wine i bled
you held my hand into nights
I was lost
If time could be my circle
my soul would not curdle
in the hospital bed
for you to sit
and wait for me.
