These pieces are the spaces I have saved
For the memories of you,
The memories of me,
A rain of ideas and feelings.
In every memory of every line
And every piece of my fragile mind
I seem to find you.
Just to make sure you’ll stay with me,
I hold onto you like a little child
By cradling you within these words.
But almost always it’s the memories of you
That steadies my hand and helps me
Write what has been written.