I retrieve you from the cardboard box stored away for many years.
On the oak surface, I spread out glossy prints.
I examine each smile, each hug, vibrant colour is a persistent ache.
My hands wander from one to the next, as I touch the smooth
surface of memories poised in my mind. I hear the sound of an
ambulance passing by and repeat to myself 'button, button who’s
got the button' a phrase from childhood. Things that are missed
and sometimes forgotten. Memories are all we have to hold on to.
I place you back in your paper tomb, until we can be together again.
On our oak surface. If only in my mind.
The Robert effect
2 days ago