Window

in awe, I stared upward
remotely familiar memories
long-gone, but I wondered,
remembering veiled stories:

a flash of smile, a gentle touch;
popping balloons at climax,
awashed shame and such;
a lonesome requiem at flashback

in silence, I stared up high;
white, misty cloud filled the sky
calmly, I counted the dreams
reluctantly, letting tears stream.

1.1.2022