Making You Whole
I draw you on scraps of memory
in portions and pieces.
I can't make you whole now,
can't see all of you.
The tropical beach
has almost washed itself away.
Wind-wept hair flowing over one eye;
how do you draw laughter?
I mind-paint only one wave
retrace long brown legs.
Contours swim into invisibility,
too much to grasp hold of -
your warm salty breath, dark lips;
morsels smother my thoughts
in a haze of remorseless time.
Yet there you are in fragments
running ankle deep
in an ever moving sky.
I must pause, glance deeper,
pull out another blank page
from my personal history book.
The more I try to put you together
the less I capture,
the jigsaw is scattered
segments forever lost.
It seems to me now
that the dead do not fade,
it is the living who move into the clouds
looking for what we once were.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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