I Remember

I remember;

You, pale in the light,
dust motes flying
as you fling yourself at me
like I’m the last living man.
It was only then
I realised I was dead,
inside and out,
before I met you.

I remember;

Standing in your doorway
barely able to breath;
your arms crushing me
but I didn’t want you
To ever let go.
All the while
you’re repeating,
like a mantra,

Thank you,
Thank you,
Thank you,

When it was I
Who should have been giving thanks.

I remember;

Your tear-wet face
pressed in my chest,
sobs so thick and heavy
my very soul shook
with resonant sadness,
while my ego-laden
pride-filled, stubborn head
still said I had to go.

I remember;

Closing the door,
pulling the key from the lock
while you peeked out
from behind a curtain.
As sad as you were
you smiled slightly
and my world
lit up once again.

I remember;

Like it could have been
yesterday.
Or like it might be
tomorrow.
So here’s to yesterdays had
and tomorrows yet to come.
The memory of you
Sustains it all.