it’s disappeared from my memory
like the sea receding from the sand

but sometimes i think i hear it
while in line at walmart, buying cookies and wine,

i ask everyone around me their name,
and i look at their hands

but it’s never him,
a six-fingered boy now almost ten years older

if i found him, i wonder
if he would remember my voice

from when i told him once late at night
how the universe came to be
when niether of us could sleep

NaPoWriMo Day 4: “Write a poem that achieves sadness through simplicity.”

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