Pulses of a night long ago
pushed deep into his memory bank
flash before me at an
ever growing pace.
My very being haunted by
a place I once called home
and occupied by someone
I once understood.
And I want to disregard him,
I beg myself to bury him
among silly fights and
bruised knees of childhood.
But his face leaning in with
eyes glistening to match
that subtle smile
embodies every page as
I flip through a book
of typed distractions.
