Gone. Did the New York Subway #1
train pickpocket keep
them? I shouldn’t have kept them
all in my wallet. I wanted
of you with me
at all times. You had been
gone only a little
over a year. I should have paced
myself. I was too young
and naïve to understand the infinite
nature of your absence. You understood
limits and functions
so much better
than I ever could. And
for infinity could be
a pattern we used to scrape out
with our skates
on the Thornton Park Ice Rink.
8 thoughts on “All My Favorite Photos of You”
Haunting and beautiful, Amy. Really nice.
Haunting and beautiful, Amy. Very nice.
Can’t believe you lost all your pictures of Sheri! It was sad enough to lose her but to lose all your pictures must’ve put you over the edge. I knew I’d see something sweet and prolific from you today about Sheri. Thanks for always being able to put your thoughts into words.
Love ~ Jori
Thanks, Jori. It was heartbreaking that day my wallet was stolen. Maybe having to rely on my memory/imagination to see her has helped me write about her. All I know is I find it crucial to use the poetry to keep her memory and pure spirit alive. I am so grateful to have your friendship, Jori. Love, Amy
Thank you so much, Dhyan.
Just found this blog Amy. What a beautiful tribute to Sheri. I still think of her regularly. I don’t have the eloquence of your words. Thank you.
Thanks, Ann. I really appreciate your comments and checking out my blog. I find writing about Sheri helps me keep her alive. Hope you are well.