GONE (Number 2)
Just like I remember what happened
a second ago,
I remember the moment you were born.
When I first saw
your wrinkled red face
and first heard you cry.
I remember the first time I held you.
And when you grabbed my finger
in your little hand.
And I remember the firsts.
First scraped knee.
First sweet little song you sang.
So many firsts, and seconds, and thirds.
Those precious moments
so long ago.
So long ago. . .
Here I am again, thinking after midnight
alone with all these years of unused words
June 1, 2013