It was said the twenty four could be considered as a “chapbook” – which would make for a central themed group of posts.  I’m still considering that…

There ARE three poems here (left, center, and right) – unique, standalone, and yet – also just …one… the last line ends all three – just so ya know.

 

“I Remember…”

Life seldom happens as we wish – though we live it as we can.  People appear, get close and then life seems to happen.  No rhyme, no reason.  And we walk on – at least we try …to walk on.  It isn’t always about Love but just maybe it is.  We each have our memories of being “touched” and sometime we do say “Goodbyes”.  And sometimes we don’t.  It isn’t that memories sneak up on you …sometimes any old Tuesday will do …and when it isn’t a Tuesday?  Well, I’ve never been perfect …just me.

 

Each morning I always pour a mug – black and strong, the steam rising.

 

Then walk over to the window,

draw the curtains wide.

 

“Remember…”

 

Today,

I stood there watching the morning

as the chill dawn’s mist floated and spread

 

…watching, waiting…

 

while the sun broke 

the mind’s grey     just so …slowly

…I felt the glass shiver and begin to weep 

as the sky’s tears gathered close outside

and inside oh so gently began to fall.

 

Tap…

tap… come in, come in…

 

…and the sound…

and the sound…

 

you…

 

See I…

I heard your voice inside

…again… 

and the mind’s myst

grew and spread,

and I felt fingertips graze my cheek –

 

just the wind –

just …the wind…

 

and another tomorrow wrapped my heart

with all the softness in the world

and closed so tight – 

so very, very     tight

…and it hurts,

hurts so 

…holds …me…

as I remembered…how

 

just seeing your eyes 

 

…just a silly      single      damn      pic

of you …gazing out toward

your world – from a diner table…

 

still fills me

with a lifetime’s dreams 

behind my eyes…

 

How…

 

 

We used to talk – lil things –

timeless     things,

nothing     things –

moments good and 

…well, some that weren’t.

 

We shared being    us –

and how it meant

and what we saw and felt.

We gave each other

each other – I chuckled and you – 

you laughed –

and we cried and…

 

                    Life happened

                    as it always seems to do and

                    time just drifted off…

 

We never talked of endings

even as we said “…goodbye…”

 

                    You’ve finally got your mountains

                    …and the eagles

                    and I’ve 

                    … I’ve coffee and the sunrise.

 

and memories of the magyk

ride my soul.

 

                    I’ve not forgotten you nor

                    the moments

                    but this now…

                    this     now

                    echoes and echoes with 

                    my own breath and heartbeats.

 

 

…and I remember… I do…

 

I remember…

 

Chris

 

(C) Chris Twyford