The prompt for today’s NaPoWriMo was to write of remembering which I didn’t know until after I’d gotten to work. I was chewing on the word ‘penultimate’ during the commute – where do these things come from? – so it all worked out in the end. Not bad for a first draft.
Just before I remember what I was
before all of this, before all of this,
I hope to remember you, my own love,
Recalling with the last beats of my heart
how you made it race so many years past
how my breath came up short as you held me
and I’d thought for awhile I was dying
’til one day saw it was clearly your pull
on my whole being. On my whole being.
You who made me remember what love feels
just before i remember what I was
before I was some one who loved at all
I wish to recollect your face, the one
which broke open my being to all things.