I remember her Scrambled eggs on Christmas morning,
And how the orange juice always seemed to taste fresh.

The rain dripped slowly against the glass.
With each drop,
a break in time.
With each drop,
silence.
And I’m not sure if you could drive any slower.

The words seemed to creep from my lips.
With each syllable,
a feeling of regret.
With each syllable,
guilt.
And I’m not sure if you even heard them.

I remember her Scrambled eggs on Christmas morning,
And how the orange juice always seemed to taste fresh.

Only memories I want to remember are those when
We were younger, and
She seemed invincible.

Only memories I want to remember are the ones that
Are forgotten, and
When we visit the hospital she doesn’t even recognize me.

I remember her Scrambled eggs on Christmas morning,
And how the orange juice always seemed to taste fresh.

09/13/2005

Posted on 09/13/2005
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