How I Remember You - Catherine Brooks
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How I Remember You

 

Your arms, warm and brown.
The left one always darker,
Wrapped in silver Indian jewelry.
Resting on the edge of the car door,
Window open.

 

Your arms reach out to embrace,
To be embraced.
You told me everyone needs eight hugs a day
To be happy.

 

Your healer’s hands, large and strong,
Decorated with turquoise and purple stones,
Extend toward me to give me everything.
More than you have.

 

Your body, your enemy.
Spine curved,
Towering, lumbering, expanding.
Always soft.
Draped in vivid colors to conceal the pain.
My body is made from your body.

 

Your character of paradoxes:
Kind and stubborn,
Generous and possessive,
Loving and guarded.

 

You believe in magic, miracles and angels.
But natural consequences are not your concern.
I formed to be your opposite.
We are diametrically different.
I realize now how similar we are.

 

Catherine Brooks, 2017