I write some memories in pencil on the back of a used envelope.
Should I paint your name on the door frame or write with sharpies on the wall?
Set up scaffolding and lay on my back to paint your portrait upon the ceiling.
Leave you a note written in bar soap on the bathroom mirror like I used to do.
The time slips away and they mention you so rarely.
But my soul searches for your presence everyday.
Should I paint your name in broad brush on the overpass?
Or perhaps like graffiti on the building walls and the box cars.
I am not bitter, I anticipated they would soon forget.
Your name and memories are alive with me forever.
Chiseled into stone upon my heart.
Emblazoned into the fiery red sunset.
I see you everywhere and always.