Hush

This memory
tastes of salt tears and honey
and smells like twilight
in the fall.

This memory
resides in the shadow’s
stark contrast to the white
of her thigh.

This memory -
a keening wail
and the tearing of skin
in mourning anguish.

I have lost the sound of her voice.

I have lost the taste of her kiss.

I have

silence

and memories.