By Sarah Goldy-Brown
I come up the stairs and pull open that red door,
I look around and remember the reunion,
our last time together,
I turn and come into your house,
the last time for awhile.
I find my eyes frantically searching…for you.
You should be sitting in your chair reading a book.
You should be staying up waiting for us.
You should be there
but you aren’t.
I feel you everywhere
but you aren’t there.
I sit down on your chair
and hear noises in the kitchen.
My face lights up as my mind deceives me.
My heart cries when I remember.
Memories inundate me:
the joyous out of tune melodies
and timely expressions of sorrow.
I try to grasp onto reality
but it slips through my fingers
as I sail away in remembrance.