this is it, Memory
that day when lilacs bloom
and I think of him…………of us
our trespass in the arbor
boughs so heavy with starlight
we felt drunk…………or were we
when those first expected kisses
found places in the sky and he named them
like he named the flowers and trees
his fingers marked the heavens
the branch the blossom
the small of my back so
still now a trace remains
forever notes
the day when lilacs bloom
and we made you, Memory
light years from now,
never love…………never nothing
just a sweet, sweet something in between
solace for heartaches never dreamed.
POEM ©2019, Jen Payne. For CG. Image: Lovers among Lilacs, Marc Chagall.For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!
