The things that make me remember (a poem)

A jumble of memories and present moments in this one…

Seems I’m always pulling out the cord
the light dims
the connection is cut
the fragrance that used to greet me
a lingering resentment somehow let go

Steel, tempered and brushed
leaves marks on skin
where blood once flowed

The apple still tastes as sweet
the scent once marked her skin
on a muggy summer evening

when cicada called out her name

(31 December 2016)