Life happened and I forgot skin:
glowing silk yogurt, endless.
It happened that I forgot bliss…
muted breath, replenishing silence.
And one day I woke up with a ring on my finger.
You whispered, “we should be together”
and I drew a blank at should.
Should broken birds fly solo?
Should infants be left alone?
Should I honor your comment with a comment?
Life happened and you forgot.
You forgot and life happened.
I like it this way.
Last time you happened,
it was life I forgot.
By tuttysan © 2007
Early whispers – poem. Photo: Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic.