Everything I Cannot Remember
searching my memory
for how you felt under
my fingers
in that moment
I discovered love
is like trying to sip the same cup
of river water
twice
it never comes back to you
nor is it good for you
searching my memory
for the words
I blessed you with
in that moment
I gleaned heartache
is like hunting for a
single thread of saffron
after a thousand
have been tilled
into dust
