memory loves you

House of Heart

your kiss

does it still taste of summer oranges?

I can’t forget, I keep your note in

my pocket.

Summer has turned to fall and

my hair the color of autumn leaves.

There’s a garland of abalone

plucked from the river wrapped

around my wrist and on my chest

I’ve etched a song bird fading in a wood

carved world.

I’ve wrapped you in the warmth

of my embrace for fear we may

never kiss kiss again,

still my memory loves you.

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