Worn out glasses slightly bent, color faded in the middle,
Dusty clothes hanging lopsidedly at the back of the closet,
Folded birthday wishes ,polaroids wedged in the mirror frame,
A moment but not a lifetime,
You were once very physical, active, loud voice, chuckles, and hand gestures.
I have numbers on my phone I should erase,
I have stories and favorite preferences that no longer relate or can be used,
Sometimes my memory is cruel and I forget and consider you when I head count for an event.
What is a person’s life?
Is it a sum of little things ,
“Yeah remember when she used to like the topping more than the cake”
“He did always say that , didn’t he?”
Is it a quiet conversion you once had before falling asleep and meant more than it should.
Is it still sad that I’m waiting for your face in the crowd?
I think I’m being silly and melodramatic , but its OK I won’t voice it ,
Its just between you and me and those moments before I drift off to sleep.