Do you remember me?
Not as a memory, but a stray thought
The kind that enters your head at the most unexpected moment
throwing you off balance
leaving you unsettled?
Do you ever think of me?
Are there are things
days and songs, tastes and smells
that make you remember?
White musk and morning tea, buttered toast and baby soft hair,
words and voices and songs.
Love in the darkness and love in the light.
Rough hands, soft hands, long eyelashes, brown eyes.
You don’t need to ask if I remember.
