Does she remember

The sound in her ear

Filling the silence

Comforting the dark?

Remember? Yes.

Painful memory, yes.

How they played, constant companions

In the night

Soft friction measuring the temperature

Their rhythmic calls

Gently easing the darkness


Yes, the memory is there

And more, the confidence

Built of years sheltered from that chasm

Of emptiness, loneliness

Years. Lord, years.

That long? Now again without.

For those companions went away

Harsh voices consuming her ears

Until the frequency faded


Those friends are still there

Delighting younger mistresses

While she sits in silence

For memory

Yes, she has that.