• Crash. They all come back

    like messenger pigeons with a CALLING in life.

    Instant recalling…Remembering?

    Images of past evens CRASHING

    As she types those words:

    “Are we Official?”

    She asks. They ask. They want to know.

    THEY have to KNOW.

    Trampoline. Pillows. Candy.

    Her babies name is candy

    Sweetest dog in the world. And now

    How to reply? Love is in the air

    Everywhere I look around fiery passion ABLAZE

    YES YES. yes is how I answered.

    In reverse we flew and now we have landed
    On cranium only. How to express myself.

    I look down at the joint of the palm:

    Her love was the dam to my crimson seas.

    I turn away as the curtains close to the

    OPERA stage.

    End scene.

    The memories

    Set sail. The chain breaks. Past loves are

    Like dents.

    Pretend. That didn’t just happen.

    MOVE on.

    Move on.