Will
I Remember You
by
Debra Kiva
There
may come a day
I
won't know you.
I
will look at your pretty face
and
wonder if you are
friend
or foe.
It
may start by
knowing
your name
or
not knowing it.
Your
face may be
familiar
like the
bank
teller that you
bump
into at Trader Joes -
Your
eyes squint with the
pondering
of,
“How
do I know
you?
“
Usually,
one can find the connection
but
not always.
And
the rest of the day her face
comes
into your mind and you wonder.
But,
I may never recall your face.
I
will pretend and present well.
At
least at first until the ability is lost to me.
I
may smile at you in my attempt
to
show recognition.
But
you'll know. It won't be
that
smile you gleamed when we
sat
at the Italian restaurant in
Malibu,
when the young, handsome waiter gave me
a
complimentary glass of Cabernet and winked.
That
night I felt special
that
I still had “it.”
No,
instead, it will be that
tentative
grin, fake but with effort.
And
in the effort that you witness,
your
heart will swell and break.
I
may stroke your face
maybe
with the hopes
that
the touch will go through
my
fingertips, rise into my
frontal
lobe, translate the touch
with
the memory of you and remind me
help
me to know, to
remember
something
before
it is
erased
forever.
And
to remember that many years ago,
you
grew inside of me --
you
whom I should never,
ever
be able to forget.
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Debra Kiva has been writing
poetry as means to process challenging situations for over 25 years. She is
co-director of Gold Country Threshold Choir which provides comfort and compassion through song to
those on the threshold of life. She currently lives in the Sierra Foothills
with her husband and black lab.
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