whiffs

[periol]

the way you looked at me that night
anyone would have thought
the moon was losing orbit.
the clouds had begun
to come and go at your whim.

it is not often your eyes leave
themselves unprotected long enough
to climb a ladder to the mind.
now you are gone
leaving behind faith whiffs
of memory that travel

like elderly drivers.
i am forced to move slow
through a pack of them,
take turns with caution,
learn to pay attention.
and use my blinkers.
when they do something
unusual just pretend
you knew what was coming
all along. i didn't.