Remnants left behind
Residue, reminds
Like a knot in a delicate and precious gold chain
There’s no untangling the threads that bind the memories strung together like Christmas lights, one feeding the next
Not convinced that I would if I could
Feels good somehow like a painful tooth you can’t stop touching with your tongue
Fewer and farther between but the breeze of what was, and the picture of a white house still haunts the space between my eyes and my eyelids
Grease stains, scars, a particular time of day and a fading smell all stare blankly back at me, daring us turn around
Memories of the future, like photos from a movie scene, coffee stained and blurred by tears
What remains?
Residue