A Memory From Behind Our Sofa
She was saying some words while I
rather
Small behind the familiar sofa sat with
a couple of somethings I
Can not recall while the
words were falling out of her
mouth like little Pandora's
Jars ready to crack at the touch of his
replies it was a delusional storm of
Elevated thoughts a few lost
commas
stumbled between the sounds to
reach the right spots
I saw them fall and
collapse she had
to go back
to the rooms with snow-like
walls there was
no way to catch her meanings although
I tried
With the trap of my mind but
they were fleeting fast
Perhaps
He just wasn't ready for that
kind
Of conversational style He
never got ready at last
She went back and never again
Appeared in our
house
except as
A phone call and a few tears
which he poured as I watched half
astonished and half
smashed
I was just behind that sofa but that scene remained
In the back of my mind
unchanged
Copyright © Laura Labno | Year Posted 2020
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