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Only yesterday I heard your song as we were driving on the rutted streets a rugged winter had rendered them so and I saw winter in many eyes but especially in those who walked endlessly on tired feet I see you walking in all of them and in their tired foot falls too Ii struggle still with finding the moment of when exactly you went lost and if you'll ever return back to you I asked my partner to circle back I was so certain that tall figure was you he had to slow methodical ways of adjusting himself and that mannerism with the swooping hand through the hair I've often seen you so nervously do the song it continued to play and it played on like a fervent prayer that somehow we could return to our old selves and I could keep you there its a stairway to my heat its a stairway into your heart too its a memory that has become a prayer that far off night we sat on the porch in summer with the smell of promise's perfume I was your sister, you were my brother past the sting of indifference and past the sting of any fight we sat together listening as that song bloomed in the air and as it knitted our hearts together on that perfect July night the climbing tune, its sweet perfect notes memorized, cemented into my mind I felt the closest I'd ever been to you dear Brother we shared our thoughts as two souls would do once in a lifetime I cling to this memory as if it were a lifeline I used to say my prayers in my head and feel them in my heart now I've lost the habit of talking the night confounds my heart swims for any shore sleep is often banished until later hours the earth is too much with us and on days when I have this sweet sweet song I listen intently to its echoing forgetting and remembering the past knitted and undone as I listen to the rain drenching in its showers. this poem Only Yesterday is dedicated to my brother T.J. I've written many poems in honor of him. The one that is most frequently read here is I SEE YOU> and the next is about driving up to the top of the world on the one-way road to Alaska. Legal copyright for this poem Nine-thirty-five AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME FEBRUARY 24, 2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. Vote for this poem |
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