Something Cool for Remembrance

Nostalgia, remembrance of old friends, old lives, memories that do not feel like memories at all.

Sweet friend

Skin like the darkest harvest

Of honey when the sun

is wiping salt from it’s eyes

And the forest is covered in dew

Eyes so bright

I could never get lost in any darkness

When you were near.

If I had known I would be leaving you

If I had known I would be gone for so long

That I would forget the scent of talcum on your skin

I would have found the best clay behind the

University in Bomso

We would have sat for hours crafting ways to remember

Between our finger tips

A bead for each memory

A bead for each pearly smile

Each hand held in mine

Each word of reassurance

I would have strung my beads around your neck

And you would have strung yours around mine

The coolness of the clay around our necks

Would have urged us to remember

Each day we were away

And our names would not have felt as foreign on each other’s tongues

as they do now