I pull the thread
and the tassels unwind
a gift remembrance
of everything
you ever said.
Can you possibly
forget the days of joy
and wash the tears
of pain.
I toss the thoughts
upon a lazy wind
and see the glimpse
of sunlight
that ever crossed your face.
Can you pass this way
without the stories
flooding back through?
I’ve run my fingers
and all of this proof,
the glass is still full.
I won’t forget
all that this means.
In all I will not
forget.
