I built my life around possibilities
Of never giving up on us 
The days are hard
When you are sad and doubting

April’s weather is taunting
Where the sun is like summer
And we are reminded of last
Warming our skin by the waves

The yellow room we shared
How perfect it was looking back
But so imperfect in time
The aggravation

Memory is something
I don’t want this to be
Ripping photographs
But I stay so as to know possibilities

I’ll see you when there becomes here
For now its so tragic the way you talk
And how I talk back like I’m not bothered
The tentative conversation

Do you really think us only a smudge?
The pet names and the missing you’s
I am not ready to for us to be that memory
Waiting to see and to know we won’t.