You probably forgot
that late January or February
a year or ten or a century ago
Dream-like memory
a bad one
It’s time to go –You dressed up (for me? maybe)
good-looking coat & hat
That winter coat we bought one summer
purchased never worn before
You knew I liked it
I wondered if you listened
if my words were spoken
Was I confused by chaos imminent change?
Voice & sound remained absent
There was snow on the ground
I knew the truth
we were not together anymore
A night with friends
not-a-date just together somehow
Almost forgotten
Waves hitting the corner of your eye
Words refusing to leave your muted lips
A touch you take for granted
Every day
Each morning
Thru the whole night
Ephemeral
Sounds silenced by the background noise
by that noise –reminder of the relevant
the atonal background that makes our life monotonous
that makes us forget the music
in the details –vital subtleties deemed soundless
What is your silence?
What fills your day without recognition?
Is it her memory or your loneliness?
… the warmness of the blanket?
… the kindness in that dream?
Or just forced stillness in your thoughts?
Obstructed
Moments we decide to ignore
Experiences pushed deep into oblivion
Numbness inflicted to believe in the ordinary
Known conformity of the self who hides from oddity
Obstruction of the everyday outliers
Today
I’ll dream ethereal realities that can’t be forgotten
Tomorrow
I’ll take the risk, paint the canvas, unplug my ears
But first
I’ll tell the memory, mute the silence, dance the walk, feel the touch!
