people who had so much to say to each other
silent right before they separate
as if further conversation would only emphasize
a parting already moving forward
but these lost conversations often come back
sometimes years later
you hear a voice or a laugh
that trips you into the past
without warning
and you stumble
to that time when there was still time
to try to work it out
for me it is always rainy days
and that last picnic
when we just sat in the rain
grass so green
soft under the blanket
you asked me if i wanted to leave
both of us knowing we were not talking about a picnic
and i asked you what you wanted to do
you said we should just sit on the grass
the rain would pass soon
no reason to let it ruin our picnic
you handed me a salami sandwich
but took nothing for yourself
then i knew you had left
and this was just your way of sharing a last moment
and in that silence
i knew there was so much to say
but in your twenties
it is so hard to see what you are about to lose
now the taste of salami
on rainy days
is something i really try to avoid.