February 25, 2022
My Memories
All of a sudden, like a flock of birdsDo these mem’ries come faster than my wordsWith my hands shaking as I hold that case –As I feel a great loss of sense and faceDust scatters about the room and I liftWhat feels like polar weights in constant shift –At last I open up the chest to findA stranger now, and she who once was mineThis woman next to me, she cannot beFor she be like the winged angels highThough we be close with all emotions freeI could not dream she felt the same as IHer treasures she would share, and mine be hersWe lived as though these Earthly ties were faintAs stars illuminate and clouds disperseTo give us time and show my blessed saintThe verse she wrote to me read like a songSincerity she wrote in every wordBut now her wings are clipped, my heart is goneAnd there’s no song for I can see no birdI don’t think I should’ve opened that chestMaybe I should’ve thrown it out by now
—Jake Puestow, Poetry Editor