yet fri FEB 2nd 15:40:38

By
Grace Cavalier
|
April 11, 2018

quiet hums of yesterday float rudely close to my hand


I try to sing the song you taught me without letting the sun claim you-

even though the thought ran out long ago


do you know every concern I’ve cast in your direction

now that you’ve surpassed them all?

do you sigh heavy,

or fondly guide their evaporation?

hopes ascend into a viscous perhaps,

grow feet, ferment,

then resign to dissipate inside a soft “not yet”

regardless of moment

you were mine once.

understanding will forget me soon- but

         I won’t you


until then,

absorb all I couldn’t say

 and wave me tenderly hello