One Second Behind(For Junie)

Memory takes the chair places it perfectly in mid-air yet erases the stair that brings me there forgets to sketch in the rest of the house the storm is placed just outside the window (just as it was) livid with lightning the voice of the thunder the window appearing out of nowhere a wall a little unsure of itself appears & disappears. Memory still holds us curled up together the chair's pattern imprinted on your skin each one not knowing where one ends or begins your voice creates the story & I intently listen unwilling to miss a single syllable the poem written upon your breath memory as if obcessed attempts to recover what is...lost puts it back bit by bit until it almost achieves a perfect fit but not ...quite Death erasing every scene as it is written memory desperate to attain a perfection arrange and re-arrange it again. Death always one second ahead memory always one second behind.