metonymy4u

do you ever see music the way i do?
i’m just sitting here collecting words for a rainy day.

it’s hard to describe
the way rain drops fall.
lucky for them.

a greater community is calling me these days but do you know

when i was young i would sit in the garden with my parents.
hearing the city sounds and smells over
and over as if
i would never hear them again.
i wanted to hold on.
even then i must have known.

in any case today i can only remember that i love you
the way i did the first time i saw you.
i thought, “may this life be a gift unto me.”

i wanted to see your eyes,
accompanied by Ravel’s “Sonatine,”
just once more before you died.

it’s still not likely.
but i can hope.