Four Years II-the moving on

REMEMBER

For kim johnson

Will you remember my voice

a year from now? No and no

trees will cast their shadows

birds will chirp away

but you will look to others for solace

while a leaf gets picked up by an unexpected breeze,

There will be other voices

other warmth, another’s stare,

and my name will be meaningless

as it is at this moment

it won’t even earn the right

as an entry in some page you’d keep for memory,

Trees will flee their shadow for an hour

birds will rest from their song, sleeping, dreaming

whatever dream nature gives,

as you now sleep at this moment somewhere in our city

and I remember when you would softly

wrap yourself with me for rest, for what was known

and treasured...