making smiles flit across my face
like little children playing in a park
moving in and out of view - there behind the slide, running to the swings.
Cherries in the summer - that sweet burst commingled with giggles over you farting
quickly turned into a stampede of children laughing so hard
it was amazing we could get up, much less run and breathe.
The fruit stand on the side of the road - Olsen's - I think it's still there.
The apartment down the street
where you breathed your last after so long in pain
I didn't understand you weren't going to be back
didn't understand where they took you
and yet I did, from the way everyone cried
with finality
with letting go tearing at their hearts.
When I see that apartment I know you aren't there
but I am
still
wrapped up in memories of monster pancakes
saturday morning cartoons
tasting from your coffee cup
making sense of poker
your ticklish mustache on my face.
When I see that apartment I know you aren't there
but I am
waiting for you to come back and take us to the pool
to dive in and save me from the deep end of missing you
just like that brilliantly bright day I ran over and jumped in without a thought
as I sank I could see you bound out of your chair
fly in after me
felt your arms pull me up
head above water - safe
and without getting mad at me
you simply taught me how to swim.
〰〰〰〰〰 Text: SerenityWriter 〰〰〰〰〰
〰〰〰 Picture from the Wim Wenders' movie
Wings of Desire (Der Himmel über Berlin)
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