in my dreams, the memories
are an old movie, crackling
and faded with nostalgia.
your family, your children, the busy
scenes
are identical to the moving parts
we once were
a painful reminder
an ache in my heart
the closeness that only caused risk
a personality that could burst with such colorful
sparks or destroy
anyone at arm's length, i
remember
how your daughter ran to me,
from you,
for the safety
i still needed
as if, in proving
this ridiculous test of love
to myself,
it would not matter what was real.
and to that ideology and film, i now
take a torch.
~
RNH
