Rememory St.

The breeze is my good friend

She meets me during the hours where

The sun shows no remorse

My street isn’t a quiet one

But it will fool you in some moments

Stories live here

Lively

Sad

Fearless

The house two doors down

Holds 4 generations

More on the way

The house just across

2 little girls greet summer mornings

Screaming laughter

Joy

Just a glance

You couldn’t tell of any pain

Loss

No

Not on this street

Not at golden hour

Not from my porch

Not through my eyes

The sidewalk

Just a path to you

A memory

To me

Where the wheels of my first bike (bratz)

Left skid marks after taking off on the 14th or 16th try

The driveway

The home of my first owned car

Dori

The gunshots at night

Oh, that?

That’s just the sound of America

Nothing to do with my street

There’s a tree

I’m sure took root

The day my parents brought me home

A house they built in persistent love

A home I’m sure was awaiting my arrival

My destiny

The house to my right

A 100 year old woman lived

I remember her husband

I remember their love

Together perched on their porch

I wonder

Who this street was to them

What their lives were like

What they loss on this street

Before the house

Built in persistent love

Before my homecoming

Sometimes I count the cars

How many cars have I watched pass by

My life

What were they doing

When I laid in my lilac bedroom

crying

Where were they going?

Blindfolded

I could still walk every step

My legs know

What my eyes can’t see

So does my heart

This house

This street

My life

My journey

One

One whole being

Inside the other

Built in persistent love

Awaiting my arrival

My only soul remnant

Soul reminder

Of him

Loss

I remember the door bell ringing

And the dog

Who’s dog?

Your dog

But where are

you.

Our parents

Their faces

I couldn’t read

The longest night of my life

The night I couldn’t leave the porch

The night I couldn’t feel myself breath

But

The breeze

The wind

My good friend

While pondering life without him

A brother

A street

A home

The anecdote to my life

A breeze

When she blows

I can remember

things

My soul won’t let me forget

Remember my roots

Remember my loss

Remember

The home built in persistent love

My home

On this street

With the wind

As my good friend