Randomly, I'll remember
bits and pieces of it...

Walking down the long aisle in a white dress,
Their bright eyes meet, loving each other no less...

Crowding into a capacious elevator,
Elbow to elbow, eye to eye...

He says he can leave me with
an outlet, a bureau I can imprison...

Change
must first be...

You raised two suicidal
kids. One who questions...

Jellyfish fingers
slide beyond summer's treasure cove...

His midnight voice
melts the tension...

If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...

Don't you want to go back to those sunlit days
where we would stretch our hands and catch golden...

My right hand, a statue
inches above the coffee mug...

Instead of uttering a phrase
that promises better time...