Stopped

There are many

Things that I

Remember about you

The most poignant

Are by far

The least important

Things as silly

And as simple

As the way

In which I

Lit your cigarette

To forget that

I quit smoking

All together rather

Than remembering it

Filling

I tend to

Build new relationships

On the shoulders

Of old ones

As though my

Love is a

Seven layer cake

With the sweetest

Filling at the

Bottom not because

It’s the best

Just the first

Upon which all

Others are measured

Remember

Sitting alone and

Listening to music

When one of

Our songs plays

And from deep

In my stomach

The sobs bubble

To the surface

Because I know

You don’t remember

These our songs

Because I fear

By now you

Barely remember me

GodAgain

I spoke to

God again this

Time crying He

Whispered to me

Son the absence

Of love is

Pain and the

Absence of pain

Is love it’s

Impossible to know

One without the

Other that is

Why I made

It that way

To remind you

Cherish everything always

Yes even pain

For from it

Springs the other

ShooCatShoo

This sky is

One large lounging

Gray tabby sitting

On the Appalachian

Mountains windowsill absorbing

All the sun

Preventing any of

It to warm

Any of us

Shoo cat shoo

Bring us that

Cold winter sunshine

Days are shorter

Like furloughs during

The war time