By Katie Kapugi
…and I forget again how precious-
quick it ends
how everything
meant so much…
our slowly sagging skin
your crow-feet wrinkles
one last sun-kissed cloud.
Regret is just something I don’t do
until I remember what I intended…
days spent climbing mountains
weeks spent peeling apples
nights spent tracing constellations.
where is my simple appreciation…
for the blue-tailed fly
the smell of evening jasmine
and the corner-quirk of your smile?