I remembered how crazy I sounded,
near that platform at the train station,
on a sunny day in northern Chicago,
the sun weeping light
and the stiff smell of Listerine
circling out of your lips.

"The whole world is crazy."
Only the oceans can expand
like a memory, retract like
a science - inexplicable and tangible,
but barely.

The first of November, on a park
bench by the pier, next to
sidewalk chalk people and discarded
Halloween decorations.
You held my hand. We strolled the platform.
Waiting for a train.

Sunny as ever is, overbearing, bold.
I must sound crazy, remembering.
There was the cry of waves.
You told me, "Don't forget this."

Like those twisted silhouettes of families
framed into the sides of destroyed buildings
where atomic bombs plastered their
eternal frown into view,
like a blurry picture of a stranger,
or like your lover
shaking your hand
Goodbye.

I remember,
I remember how crazy I sounded.
Standing near a platform,
some sunny day,
swimming in a thought.
Picturesque. Portraitless. Perfect,
perfectly forgettable.
I must sound so crazy,
remembering.

PP

Gave me goosebumps...

perfectly unforgettable

nicely done P_P

really good images here. subtle, yet memorable.

cheers!

Gotta agree with KC, beautiful, strong and vibrant images in there.

Nice . . . this is the work that inspires me to try and creae pictures with words.