For Chloe: Memory wisdom

Don't really want to talk
not about that
last attempt
it's a thing

To have
the memory
the late afternoon sun

hitting the pavement

The walls
dinner kept
time spend, talking, dreaming:
too late

Are we meeting 

learning 

again from within?

It was too short 

for being that is.

Don't really want to talk
not about my mouth
it's a thing

the blessing
the curse
the late night whisper

hiding within

The soft flesh
the bite
my days being Dutch
teeth

Am I losing
rounding
rotting from within?

It looks too short
for wisdom that is

Rest in peace
I'll be thinking of you