697 Remembering 7-29-17 (put a word in search box)

I remember.

I remember
I remember.

Science is discovering
I remember.

do I remember

Why do I remember
her saying,
“I will be your
holy virgin
and your

Why do I remember,
anxious and depressed,
when all I desired was
to be mired on the couch,
covers over my head,
eyes closed,
face to the pillows
in lieu of being dead

Why do I remember
that women,
that angel-stranger,
soon after that failed marriage,
came up behind me
as I stood, crying,
braced on the bow
of that Staten Island Ferry
that cold and rainy night,
wrapped her arms around my waist,
rested her head on my shoulder,
pressed her breasts against my back,
” You are loved”
and slipped away

Why do I remember
my wife of twenty five years, now,
smiling at me when,
back then,
thinking she was leaving,
“I’m going to miss you”,
“You don’t have to…”

Why do I remember those moments?

Why the need
to feel my past,
the searing intensity of tears,
the hilarity of joys

crave that resurrection

I don’t know

But I do.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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