I don't remember if
I'm remembering Emily
the way she really is,
or the way she deserves to be remembered.
what I remember is, that each small touch
released a wave to my brain. And that she was real
and that I forgot about her. Too quickly.

She is a forest I'll be glad to be lost in--again.
She brings me back and hollows me out.
Sings me Spanish lullabies.