There is a place in my mind
Where I meet you there
Every day at 2pm
Well not every day anymore
Just sometimes
Maybe every second day
A crack in the chair
A crack of light
Through blinds
Slanting
Chanting
No more
She is gone
And I wander about in circles
Just for a minute
Or five
Because it’s been awhile now
And you should stop thinking about it
Her
Him
What could have been
If they had made different choices
But they didn’t
So glance away
Lean on the bench
Tick tick
Of the clock
And it’s five minutes past
And the time in my heart when I’d always meet you there
Has moved on
But it’ll call me further on
At 2pm
Perhaps Monday
Or Friday
Or while I’m shopping in Woolies
And that lady there
With the silvery hair
Who tilts her head
Just so
Breaks my heart
Let go
For godsake just let go
Pick up some breakfast cereal
Why is it
What is this?
Fruit
I don’t like fruit in my cereal
Perhaps one with nuts
Why is it?
Why is what?
That things out of the blue hurt so much
Then leave
And you’d think you could be normal
Grocery shopping
For Christ sake
Because sometimes things become ingrained
Then inflamed
Flare up
Like arthritis on a cold day
Pain in the knee
In the heart
Gives you a start
These things
You carry them within
Whether you want to or not
People can be burried
But memories cannot
They can only be carried
Yes, when we’ve lost loved ones, these moments happen when we least expect them to.