So I don't forget how
So it will look elegant
On paper
When my choice of words
Fail me
I touch the hem of your slip
Every time I rise to walk
My fingers find the folds
Burying themselves for comfort
Remembering your arms
That would wrap around me
To give me that same security
I watch my son as he sleeps
Fixated on his Comber chin
A mirror of mine
A reflection of yours
Genes have never been
More triumphant
I replay that same song
Even though it leaves my eyes
Too misty to drive
The soft shoulder always
Welcomes me
My windows rolled up
Silencing the guttural cries
That leave my body in a panic
As they trip over all the words
Left unsaid between us.
~Amber C. Smith (2014)
