when I forget how it feels to remember you
I don’t know where you will go, but I think
I will remember you again when I’m old,
I’ll be staring at my feet in a hospital waiting room
and I will somehow, for no apparent reason
remember the picture I am holding now,
the one I’m about to throw out,
taken one night, sitting on the pavement
under a street light,
its a picture of your right foot and my left,
it means that at our best,
our feet carried the same body.
Until we scraped our shoes
with different roads.
this picture spent summer next to my window
as if competing with the landscape, and now
that summer of mine still belongs to you.
Anything that makes you happy is worth keeping,
But I don’t need this photo.
I know you will come back
in your own way
in my own time.
Friday, 8 July 2011
In My Own Time
I sent out tweets for people to send me images to write poems to. Today's picture was sent by the superb Sean Mahoney.