The Poetry Marathon

The remnants of you flow through my veins
and I can still see your smile—
Even though it faded forever last October.

I hope you know I am ok
and I am better than I was when you left me—
because the remnants of you
flow through my veins.

Today,
As I wade through
the boxes packed with memories,
I watch as my life gets packed
into a 26 foot truck—-

I wonder where the other memories will go
that I didn’t carefully wrap to take.

Will they also make their way with me
even if I left them behind
Intentionally.

I am an artist by nature and profession. I graduated with a BA degree in English Writing from the University of Colorado and my emphasis is in Creative Writing.

*I take pictures too.