Things remind me— Little things.
the simplest of sounds or
sights or a color of light
nudges a thought.
The time of day casts your shadow.
A word or flavor on the tip of my
tongue– suddenly you appear gazing
at me with your comments and the
sound of your voice reminds my ears of
how much they miss you.
I want to drop down and pound
the pavement with my fists till it
cracks open to release you and
bring you up from the dust,
bring you back to the world so
you can fix things again. And
I will stand there dutifully, happy
to hold a flashlight for you into the
dark night while you work.