This poem is dedicated to one of my closest friends. I wrote it when she was having a very tough time after getting out of an abusive relationship, and I was worried that every conversation I had with her might be the last. She made it through, and is doing much better now, so I finally feel comfortable sharing this poem.
“31 December 2012”
31 December 2012, in Cambridge, Massachusetts
My memory of you is becoming blurred
like the lights of London viewed at night
through a car’s rear window in the rain.
I fear the daylight-view is forever lost:
Expeditions well-provisioned with marmalade
vanished like a wispy dream from across the sea.
But I will always treasure this rainy night
because it, at least, I can cling to
while my dreams slowly slip away.