R.M. Dolin, 2015
Memories, like an angel’s share, can’t be touched
but they are both real still the same.
As is quiet darkness and all those things
that should have been. Love is
a cradled burst of brilliance followed by
gravity sending sadness into the cosmos.
Moments ago he felt her breath
the very first time all over again.
Even now his skin holds traces
of her touch. A lifetime. . .an instant.
Aromas and regrets
escaping measures of time and context.
Background poem from the “What Is To Be Done,” trilogy. Jake watches the moon-rise while drinking bourbon and retracing all the ways Emelia is still with him even after all this time.
