The Me I Used to Know
My #6 for National Poetry Month
i found your face
in shaved filings
between the sheet and comforter
filling each crevice with
colors long forgotten.
i found your voice
in the silence
i thought I had lost,
cacophonies rampant
pushed into molds
too small to contain their exuberance.
silence is best held
between splayed fingers
exhausted by the daylight
i wrap it around each hand carefully,
feeling its tenderness
move through memory.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015