I try
To remember your room


There were three doors
Leading to bathroom, closet, living-room
And there were two windows

With their blinds always drawn
To keep out other people's eyes
And the harsh summer sunlight

As you sat on your downy white bed

I try

To remember your room

Cinderblock bookshelves laden with

Pretty picturebooks to look at
As I sat on your downy white bed
Learning about people, times and places

I'd probably never know

I try

To remember your room

Three big drawings on thick white paper

That would billow with the summer breeze
Over our heads
As we sat

On your downy white bed
Looking at children's drawings, convict watercolors
And eventually

The three paintings that I made thee

I try

To remember your room