Without You



Some places 
have memories 
so distinct  
that no matter 
where you end up 
or 
who you go with 
how much you try  
to alter your experience  
memories will always find 
a way back to you   
 
I come here  
with all my sadness  
and happiness.  
I think of how long it has been.  
I smile because of you  
It is strange  
I thought you could  
never make me smile  
again. You have your ways, 
old friend.  
I hear the waves  
of the water fall back  
and forth, I think I hear  
your voice so I turn around 
but you’re not there. 
I turn around and my 
stripped blue dress twirls 
against my black seat,  
so elegantly,  
perfectly 
without 
you. 
 
 


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