Monday, May 20, 2013



A memory knocked
on   my   door    last
night.   She  pushed
her way in  before I
had    a    chance   to
send    her    on   her
way.   She  looked  a
little like  you   used
to   and   asked   me
“how’ve you  been?”
The question caught
me       0ff       guard,
having failed to take
inventory  for  some
time.      I  consulted
with my regrets and
sent a text to several
days  gone by,   but I
couldn’t  for  the  life
of   me    figure   out
why it would matter
to a  lonely  memory
seeking shelter from
the     heat     of      a
summer's     evening.


1 comment:

Anton said...

Nice Steven.... New?