South Central Region

On the Other Side of Disappearing

The wind’s died down since evening

And now upon this dimly lit form

We revive memories

And recast truths

In your stones and in my bones.

What kinds of forgetting are we encouraged to do?

And what is it we should have done?

There is an apology remaining

In your stones and in my bones.

Enormous spaces exist

That are hard to look away from.  

My thoughts linger with the hopes I had the day you left,

As are the promises remaining  

In your stones and in my bones.