Memories

Memories

of you awake and me awake too,
awaiting a moment when we both
clash or coil, or let go
or hold unto another and
live or leave as one or lose
the path we once made for fun;
of angels weeping as
souls scatter and search
frantically while we both let go
of something given for us to show.
of questions that we seem to ignore
lest we touch a healing sore
of angels weeping as we lie sleeping
together in dreams, separate in beds
each hand we hold
these emotions untold
i best keep and remember
until i grow old