How did you answer, when your friends asked,
Who was she?
"Someone who meant a lot to me once.
But that was a long time ago,
and I have forgotten just when or where."
Tomorrow night your friends will come back,
and your mouth will close around
another bottle of beer.
"It doesn't matter what happened to those pictures,"
you’ll say to the dirty window.
Yes, you will return
and make up an ending that sounds exactly right.
Trish Saunders, former journalist and technical writer, lives in Seattle, and thinks frequently of Yosemite. She has poems published in Mien Literary Magazine, Poetica Review UK, The American Journal of Poetry, Right Hand Pointing, Califragile, Off The Coast and other places.
No comments:
Post a Comment