Sometimes
CI
Elizabeth Rodgers
(for everyone, but especially for
sipman)
Sometimes
it enters her mind
to move.
The smell of him lingers
on forgotten clothes
behind closet doors
catching her off guard.
CD's for which she never cared
(but never dared tell him)
gather dust on the shelf.
Scenes ambush her mind--
love on the kitchen counter
the taste of wine on his tongue
soft curls between her fingers
--relentless memories.
Sometimes
it enters her mind
to move...