Poetry / Mourning Memories

It starts with forgetting

Every night we travel through impossibilities

Live lifetimes with our eyes shut dreaming

Screaming, laughing, loving

Sometimes I wake up crying 

Abruptly conscious, I’m left grasping

Mourning memories, sharp with blocks of color

A song I can’t quite remember

A feathered kiss that kept me centered 

An endless moment where there are no expectations