Fading colors Rusting Summers

I remember you as if Alzheimer’s was slipping backward for a second
The brain a reel gone woolly images blurting away voices hushed
Random shots drifting into soap in water
A face once heard known yet strange

My memories are fading like colors on sheets
Which had led that color until they had gone into drawers of forgetfulness
Yellowed edges curl up like tired and gnarled fingers
Stories half heard behind rusted cupboard doors


Sliding away like a crisp leaf from trees
Denounced by spring hence no more kissed by dew
Since one bid for a submission and another was a let go
The earth is there as if was ever expected. 

Rustling like that rusty fridge of Hindon Quarters 
Lullabies hummed one after another into the suffocated nights of May
Becomes today the buried remains of summer corpses
Bleeped from the flashes of childhood light.

That which had warmth becomes traces in the air
An afterimage burnt into the softness of my mind
Grains of a past I can't help but sift
Too coarse to forget too fine to fasten

I recall you an unfinished prayer
Left behind in the middle of a sentence on trembling lips
Whispers of Amen melting in silence
A farewell too tender for apocalypse.