Poem: Memories

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memories poem

I try not to think

Of those rain-soaked days

Of the grassy smell

From the meadows in front of our house

Of those lazy summer afternoons in bed

Where I fell asleep

Listening to the soft tapping

Of your fingers on the laptop

With my head resting on the curve

Of your bare back

I try not to think

Of the setting sun by the Mediterranean

And the New York Times bestseller

On my chest

Like a baby clinging to her mother’s bosom

Opened on page ninety-three

And you, a few yards away from me

Penning down the last line of a poem

Which might never be published

And might just be

For my eyes only

I try not to think

About the numerous times we cooked together

From the recipes we found on the internet

And then settled for a pizza and wine

As even our dog would refuse to eat

what we whipped up

I try not to think

About those aimless long drives at night

When the speedometer will flirt with the nineties

And I would read you Cummings

In the spotlight of my phone

I try not to think

About the starry night

Under which we slept in our backyard

And I told you I was pregnant

With our first baby

About the movie theater

Where we were the only two

Watching a cult classic

About the dingy one-bedroom studio

Where we first started

Our journey together

I try not to think

I try not to think

Because

Every time I think of them

The bruises under my bra

And on my back hurt bad

I open my eyes

And all become a blur!!!

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