Is There Anything Else Left To Say
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE LEFT TO SAY
i awaken
every time you come near
i’m shaken up
at the squeeze of your hand
ghostly beauty of your face
no words thus far
you merely make appearance
does my mind conjure?
or are you real…really there?
are you perceived after death?
there you are
in the backseat of a car…
at a performance…
with your heavenly soft hands
re”count”ed hair on your head
were you ever real?
my memories deep and wide
come back one by one
like a lei stirring waters
ebb and flow…returns to shore
your vision faded
you were lost as if in fog
I couldn’t find you
harrowing trepidation!
ashes contained in a jar
will i find your voice?
you left it on recording
“i love you,” it says
on a merry-go-round, Mom
over and over it plays
7/21/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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