‘Did you remember to tidy up that room of yours <br />this morning – or do you need reminding? …’ <br /> <br />that gap between remembering and being reminded <br />pursues our childhood and right through our life <br /> <br />as if there are two compartments in our brain <br />joined by the snaky sliding metal walkway <br /> <br />between two railway carriages at top speed, <br />the air, the ground, our life, flashing by <br /> <br />how close they are, how far apart, <br />what parts them in the living heart? <br /> <br />as, how can I ever forget you, all the life <br />we lived together, every little movement <br /> <br />of your eyes, your body, yes, your mind, <br />your eyes on me, the day <br /> <br />you looked at me, then looked away… <br />yes, I remember you, in every little thing <br /> <br />- then on the crowded street, before <br />some fancy high-priced fashion store, <br /> <br />some woman passes, with a dash <br />of Worth’s ‘Je reviens’ – and like a flash <br /> <br />I’m some old heart, some long ago to now heart, reminded that <br />I get along without you very well, <br /> <br />of course I do… except when all the scents of you <br />become our song, and you are you… <br /> <br />and behind, the memory <br />of whom I like to live and be, <br /> <br />and the sharper, true, intense <br />reminder of my truer sense.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0012-remembering-and-being-reminded/
