Searching Remembered Rooms
Free of myself, I wandered remembered rooms,
full of people I knew or loved, or still love, amazed
to find them there, jamming together in a house I
once owned, or maybe two houses, morphed for vague
subject matter relevance, until there was just one house
with blended purposes and memories all mashed up until I
could not decipher persons or the ways I had known them.
Nor did it matter that I could not, for everyone was happy
to be playing music together. Noticing your absence, I
floated through all the rooms, the yard, to the river’s edge,
searching for you, my long ago music man. Accepting
that you weren’t coming, sad-but-angry tears woke me.