Memories of Michael
by Candace Turner

I still remember when we sat on the roof
Wrapped under grandma’s tattered quilt
Feet braced on the gutter’s blunt edge
Faces frozen listening to the wind whine
A sad lament for those left behind

Eyes glazed, voice so casual, so calm
You pointed towards the scrawny shrubs far below
And said we ought to just jump … Let’s go
An impossible landing my unexplainable fear
But my pathetic pleas fell on deaf ears
Your reckless nature, your lack of fear
I held your hand
You counted 1,2,3

Falling, flying we zigzagged thru sunsets amber air
Mouths open in soundless screams
never again would we feel so free



 

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