Into bouquets of memories
Those red kisses overlayed
With white sprays of hope
Star spangled afternoons
Entwined in arms, legs, hair
Breaths, blankets, bites and all
That I forgot to draw a black dot
on treasured touches to
ward time's inevitable eye.
And now when all around
me is the remains of
a yesterday,
I remember
your voice and know
That I was once alive.
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