by Jennifer L Banks
I spent this weekend with you.
A cold November storm
a dusting of snow on mountains bright
that fell on our cars that night.
I look back at it all trying to remember.
We spent a warm 3 days indoors at last
talking, teasing, laughing, loving.
No pushing or shoving.
It was a beautiful November.
I've been thinking about it today
a bit perplexed and chillingly puzzled
Yet nothing's wrong, I'm just con-fuzzled.
Was this too fast? What's next? What will last?
I sit here in silence and wonder.
I will always remember
thinking that it sparks 25 yrs on cue.
Back to the teenager I was, the love
I have and said to you.
When Jay walked in, smelling like
construction, sawdust and Friday afternoon mud
throwing off the grime,dirt and electrical crud
of his current mountainous reality.
And into my warm arms, savoring eyes
in a Motel 6 municipality.
I squeal when I hear his big engine roar
or the sound of his deep voice sing to me and grin
I think back to the man I missed once, perhaps twice
and will probably miss again.
What all I remember.
With tears in my eyes,
trying never to forget.
As honest as I can recall
a tranquil colored sunset.
Posted on 11/08/2011
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/08/11 at 02:01 AM|
Very personal it seems, I love the honesty and the ending. Perfect finish to a poem of reminiscence.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/08/11 at 04:55 PM|
Painful and compelling across every single detail.