Wednesday, October 26, 2011


I drove by that place today.  Do you remember, that little patch of land with the four tiny houses? They are still standing, that little cluster, like ghosts.  It's as if they hold our secrets. Those four tiny clapboard houses on the one grass-bare lot, chainlink fence keeping them together.  I don't remember the stairs anymore, or the furniture inside, but I remember the windows and the light.  And I remember you.

Oh, you!

1 comment:

ghost said...

i remember those first few posts of yours that i read, all those years ago. i remember how your voice touched me, how your words tugged at something unseen, something unknown in me. i remember when my world imploded and you talked me through a few evenings. i remember you.