I see your face
In many things.
In coffee cups,
In works of art,
In traffic lights.
A memory sparked
And you live again.
I should bury you
Safe and deep—
But my heart won’t let
You die again.
The pillow feels
Like your hand.
At night I wake
With smiles then cry
Because you are not there.
Yet always there
And such a pain.
Raiding my dreams
Like Howard Carter—
I should bury you,
Safe and deep.
But you were like
The summer sun
And grass and trees
And things.
Always there and
Such a joy.
I should bury you,
Safe and deep.
And we’d finally die,
Us two.
Ashley Akari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-103/
