A car driving into the mountains
Our voices mingling within memories
Choirs past and present
Art our own most treasured
All dolled up. Your mouth opened and shut
You took a step backwards
Doors open before me in the theatre
Of this scene, my hand in yours
You sit in my living room making music
On the strings of my guitar
Reflecting a scene nearly one month past
My melodies on your own instrument
Exploring a new scene, you quickly discover
Each object a story untold
Is that a record player? you ask
It is my precious clarinet
Night extends to early morning
Comedically poised on a little window seat
Your head in my lap as you speak
Instilling hope seeing you before travel
You hold me in your arms
As we drift off sitting on the floor
Late night treatises among soft whispers
Drafting a trust that you will not vanish
My face buried in bedsheets
Breathing you in
Your warmth in recollection
Wrapped around your rising chest
Tears falling against my cheeks
Against my will
Weeks past fifteen more minutes
That last embrace before you disappeared
Uncommon Rachel 