Holding onto memories
Moments we stand to create
That we want to retrace
With our fingers along the
Underside of the table
That holds the soup
We share
Slurping phở with you
Watching the world
Walk by outside the window
Pulling ourselves together
Between chopsticks
This is the light in your eyes
I look for it too
On your face
When someone shows you
Who they are you need to
Believe them I heard the
Grass say before we entered
The restaurant
Press my face into the future
Feel the absence of our
Possibilities climbing
Out of our mouths
Like a vacancy that waits
All day for a text or a call
Or something so small that
Reassures someone of your
Interest at hand
Maybe that’s the clue
In the absence of you
Again you can’t know
What you’ve missed
If you don’t know what
You had when
It’s gone
© GÄ
Poétique 