Memories come in broken boxes

Mailed across the mind

Sometimes leaking

Always seeking

A way to remind
A way to remind

Though never sought

Tightly closing

Held behind a wall

Memories stored in boxes broken.

Laughing at myself

While looking in the mirror

Memories of you.

Sometimes happiness

Is trying to find your keys

While you are driving.

I love zucchini

Taste eluding my senses

Irresistible.

Dew shimmers softly

Reflecting the rising sun

Soft grass beneath sky.

I think things are best

When a child can understand

What is being said.

I said “not now please”

And we haven’t spoken since.

I said not “goodbye.”

Sometimes “no” means “wait”

“Not right now, just be patient.”

But we hear “never.”

I need to say no.

I have to be strong enough,

For the both of us.

Lightly falling rain

Shadows melting shapely dreams

Our secret, clouds hold.