Static wrinkles, bloodless bruises, faded incisions all solidified for show.
Your cheeks are creased with a gentle smile and I dare to find-
The scars from cesareans you wished would never go,
The birthmark you used to call an isle,
The contours of your palms; frozen in time’s glow.
I turn your legs inward so that no one notices your knobby knees.
Just like you used to stand.
I fold your arms into one another, cradling a life unplanned.
I tuck silver hair behind your ear.
Just like I would do when we walked along the pier.
I watch your lips, waiting for those precious words.
But they don’t come.
Captured within breaking waves-
The sea was where our love seed grew.
Creasing and pulsing it moved with us,
Set the beat for us – grew with us.
But now the beat feels different,
It beats afresh – full and restless.
Forever marked by time’s certainty
And memory’s uncertainty.