January

I remember the words and silhouettes,
corners, roads, and empty bicycle lanes;
the touch of the wind on my forehead
and the smell of the sea.

I remember the tone of your voice
and looking into your eyes;
I almost found the words
but lost them at once.

Trapped in my memories, I see our shadows;
I hear our conversations wherever I go.
But how did it feel to smile?
Was the world always so pale and cold?

Voices have faded into muttering sounds;
faces are coated with glacial haze.
You gave me the joy and the power —
but did not explain how to live once you’ve left.

I remember so much — but nurtured so little;
the strength you encouraged I could no longer keep;
there were millions of words I wanted to scream out loud —
but I gave it all up when you reached for the last kiss.

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