Bing: “You’ve got a new memory”. Thank you, sender.
Eyes closed, I fumble through the sounds in my pocket. Never alone, never the same is the sky.
Barely breathing, eyes ajar, I hear words, which swish by with a pace of a star, so you can’t recognize, but just listen in as if these were musical notes, warming more to the dear familiar voice.
Eyes ajar – flash! - night in daytime: city lights, rain and sounds, fingers, hands, hair strands.
…”it’s getting dark”. I didn’t even notice. A glance sliding down the neck.
“You’ve got a new memory”. Thank you, dear sender.
I’m folding it up with care and storing away together with freshly ironed clothes.
