Juggle Not
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I was busy juggling all of the expectations
So I didn’t see what there was to see
Or where I was going
But only where I thought you thought I should be going
My traveling clothes were always ready
For whatever you could envision
“I’m there” I’d cry excitedly and off we’d go
To someplace foreign and exotic designed by your mind.
Erasure
Away from my mind by swipes of my own hands I haul you out
Stroke by stroke, the fine memory of a straying hair
Upon your forehead
Out from the depths of past visions I force my thoughts
Iota by iota, the reminiscence of the freckles on your back
Nestled against my chest
Reflections behind my eyes dance out another memory to release
Inch by inch, the musculature of strong runner’s thighs
Toes touching toes
Dawn breaks and with it memories of you scatter like pieces in a kaleidoscope
Tumbling faintly, jagged edge against jagged edge
You are not here – erasure complete
Inspiration – my late husband, today would be our anniversary were he still alive.
~SMK
The Impetuarian 