Remembering Sara

I remember the acuteness of your pain

When you were in love and you couldn’t tell him

We rode the midnight’s one, two, three a. m.’s,

Down the bleakest, blackest, newest paved

Suburban avenues, passing fields still with cows

“Will build to suit” developers’ beggings fencing them.

The little Honda a shaking speaker box

We were retro – we cranked up the Doors, resounding

At a stop sign, suddenly noticing the cute teenage boys

Frantically blowing us kisses from the next car.

The donut shops between gas stations and corn fields

The frosting autumn, many middle of the night coffees,

Discussing health food and him,

There seemed no resolution;

You escaped to the chill of New York City

I was in love by then but didn’t know it

Just as well, I couldn’t drive

Couldn’t escape to the comforting mood of

Angst ridden teenagers in sugar heavens.

Tonight I drove the suburban avenues

Alone, no you, no Doors – tape deck stolen, no replacement

I’ll take no risk, stretch no boundary

I’ll sacrifice the sacred, saying nothing

But I’m considering it, almost, struggling

To remember, to remember,

How you did it.

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