The memories drift back
as I gaze at your lines
A crowd of thoughts
sparked by the shape of you
Moments left behind
in the dust of time and
dim remembrance
A rainbow of hues
stack upon stack
Or flung in bright
disarray, like wildflowers
In a field of gentle
reminders, each one
Bumping into another,
vying for recognition, to be
Plucked from the motley
throng, rewarded at last by
A touch, an engulfing grasp,
a soaring flight
into sticky note heaven.
-KJ Roe
Dreams of Shadow and Light 