A Memory

Your posture is slipping,

my friend.

 

Now is your back meant

to resemble a Disney tale hunch

or is your heart just leaning,

inwards?

 

I remember

the first time you called me baby–

you offered up your right palm

and made me giggle for a while,

the foam of waves

washing away yet reminding me

that this beach will be here longer

than I ever have, or will be

standing side by side with you,

leaning towards me.

 

November 9, 2014

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