One Day (Postcard from Purgatory)
Missed Connections in Montréal
I will think of you and smile
this cannot be denied
when all the particulars fall away
I’ll find where absolute hides
and I will remember you as
more than a photo, a memo
or an empty spot in the mural
I plastered over in haste.
I will find the soft words we shared
buried in the shallows off my shores
and you face will not be an enemy
and my heart will no longer be torn
and those songs we sang will once more ring
true, there was a story, me and you
and when I remember this feeling
and when I let it close to me
it won’t be what you were
it will be what we’ve been, one day
I will think of you and smile
and let myself back in.
Her Two Cents
Childhood days are like soap bubbles. Iridescent and fragile, briefly floating skyward before its gradual descent to earth. Moments of anticipation, fun, and laughter as you try with all your might to delay the inevitable bursting. I never know who these missed connections poems are written for but I’d like to think this one contains memories and people like those in the video for Postcard from 1952 by Explosions in the Sky.
