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I’m here again today

In this place

I thought I had locked the door

But the latch opens easily

The hinges, silent

Surfaces once covered with dust

Washed clean by memories

That are flooding back

A blue wave

Makes everything sparkling and painful

The moss that had grown over the sharp edges to protect me

Is gone

An old radio in the corner plays a familiar song I don’t want to hear

And there you are

Smiling at me

Exactly the same

Frozen in time

Forever beautiful

How can it be that you’re still here?

Polishing the patina

Sanding the rust

In this place

This unforgotten room in my heart.

~Melissa Placzek

(for Dan 1971-1987)