you
are still a proposal
left
dangling loose, often forgotten
you
are caught by
a
springtime afternoon
and
here I am
you
are light filtering
through
this untidy room
there
are remnants of you
in
hours I lie awake
reinventing
an existence
recapitulating
the movements
of
shadows
reevaluating
it all, again
you
are a fiber in this sweater
a
flitting smear of red in the bushes
outside
of this window,
always
outside
and
here I am,
here
I am
ice
melted, a pool
at
the bottom of my glass
©
4.4.2014 heather brager