Memory -Poem #77

We never fought much
or so I remember
and only once
did I make you cry

A lifetime together
now less defined
reduced to moments
less remembered

a kiss on the bow
of a Brooklyn bound ferry
when I was Leo, you were Kate
  long before they were to be

and our trips to the north
where we walked in Autumn;
you wore my t-shirt
n*****s erect

that night in Ayer
when I was your hero;
naked while killing the dragon fly
  as you screamed in our bed, passion forgotten

Now I sit in the summer sun
a warm breeze blowing from the sea
smiling at a dragon fly
perhaps you sent to comfort me

as the dark cloud intrudes in memory
shades of the day I had to tell you;
it mattered not my good intentions
  couldn’t get through life without making you cry.

for I was the one who had to tell you
that day our son died in my arms.

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