I am remembering very slowly.
Memories occur in odd snippets.
Bold incidents in blinks of glances,
Phrases trail quietly away to ellipses.
Pieces of clothing and strange tunes,
Streaked, colouring the sky
As you drove that restful old city wild
With your blazing, brazen boldness.
Come back into me.
Make me an experience.
Talk, stirring up a sleeping past
So deeply aslumber, that weeds
Of a more recent history
Are merely a blanket strewn.
