![]() "Remember When..." - The Cafe Series - Life As We Live It.A Poem by Chris![]() All the music we've lived ...and lost.![]() “Remember When…” - The Café Series - Life As We Live It.
Chuckling so softly …so very, very, very softly… somewhat to myself but not really paying attention - just leaking, leaking, just BEING …me…, sitting, being HERE in the “moment”. Sometimes that IS all you CAN do - as you and the music fades and life
…echoes and echoes
…moments… lived…witnessed…shared…endured… …let go…
mine…others each I an “our”.
Sometimes we survive childhood, but who the hell knows the hows - let alone the whys? And the good crowds close, the bad closer still
…moments… happenings,
…breathe…breathe…
learning to forget
to dream ‘til we become who we are.
And all the “…laters.” So many, many “…laters.” I don’t use “Goodbye” - for me back then it WAS and still IS always final, a children’s life-held and “echoed” lullabye.
And then come more moments “…Some hear the glasses and bottles clink and voices play back and forth - back and forth. Sometimes laughter rings out - raucous, braying, stupidsillylaughter and it hurts in the now” - “Missing Friends” toast each July -
moments.
And still more …laters… happen - as life always does.
…and more Julys…
And we live our “now” moments one-by-one-by-one ‘til we can’t. Then …don’t… - or even…
"Remember When…"
Remembering how to breathe is hard and wanting to is even …harder …ya know… as moments gather and swirl. Pause stop …brighten ~ take on LIFE… L I F E just to soooo slowly move away and away and …away.
And THAT pain hurts - always does, always will - as all pain HURTS… and builds …builds additive addictive seductive ‘til its always there IN the eyes, the life, each breath, step, pause …thought… Ever cry in a daydream? Yeah, then ya know don’tcha.
And it hasn't been a while any while at all - since the last visit moment pause remembrance brush …touched within my eyes, behind my eyes, caught my reaching fingertips, tugged my sleeve, tickled my cheek - remindingly left tears to slowly find their way back into the ocean …of me.
Every tomorrow the early morn's coffee is near, lifeblack …dark with chilling …ghostlets… drawing me in, in and down - deeper deeper into the cup - the cusp the nows… the nows - of the waiting, remaining, paused, lost within THE stare the stares - the times, that forlorn we - that we …WE… lost to memories' mysts …as I will be then …and am in this now.
You CAN hear all the hearts …bleat -you don’t have to listen hard either. And there IS no doubt in you at all of what you hear, heard. You KNOW …exactly… ‘cause you KNOW your OWN sound so well.
You CAN ignore it …but… you KNOW you can’t …can’t… because it’s who you are and always will be.
And each damn echo gathers round and around tighter and oh so close, you FEEL the breaths - theirs, yours …taken - each …in - exhaled, …lost… each forever never ever left behind but …gone. And faces pause so many …faces, so many - eyes - gazing in, lives reaching …in, moments re-breathed each “now” shared - re-shared ‘til the echoes come again and again each …staying, grasping, holding ‘til torn away - their promising of tomorrows - some that came and others that didn’t - couldn’t - fading, cascading into the next and next.
And the times …are “nows” flowing as all the “nows” always do and life …life… happens again and again …and there ARE smiles and tears …and TEARS… ‘til there aren’t …tomorrows.
Chris © 2020 ChrisAuthor's Note
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