I was about to

by Daniel W. Rasmus

remember
the first time I saw you
sitting
on a bench

immediately
I
constructed
you out of shadows

from the eyes up
then nose
lips
arms
toes

we always do that
on first impression

never exact          we
fill in the pieces
gather data in dim light
from the glow of candles
from starlight

we fill in the pieces
with details of our choosing

create something special to remember
when you aren’t there anymore.