Spent my birthday
swaying in the hammock,
thinking of you.
My memories were once
clear and bright,
like the unobstructed,
late- afternoon light.
But now, they dissipate
as the shadows deepen.
The layers of
canopy overhead
cast down shade
and, this light
– these memories–
inevitably slip away.
My cells grasp
at what remains,
absorbing the residue
of radiance…
retaining what’s left
of my memories.
With the lapsing
of light, the sound
of your voice fades,
your laughter quiets,
You start to dim,
and I lose you
all over again.