Cartographic Memory

Yesterday I realized From the white-knuckle silence She wouldn’t let go That I am still unborn A point of no focus Not ready yet For her words that ring love May never be ready yet For that chuckle from her eyes...

A wave of somethings appeared out of nowhere Thoughts, recollections and some debris Some, questioning if my memory is true Others, smiling with kindness at me— but still unhappy at my worries That I didn’t create...

Let me begin by making you a woman again And tell you who you actually are Beneath the snow of indifference that piled up on you And made you stop feeling womanly. When you speak on the phone, Your voice goes inside me...

He asks me, "Do you remember?"
"The Peet's Coffee place?"
"The bell we heard at the train tracks?"
Almost reaching to hold my hand

And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.