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
Away
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
Disappeared
Those friends are still there
Delighting younger mistresses
While she sits in silence
For memory
Yes, she has that.
6/19/13