Do you ever lie on your back
And look at the clouds?
I did that the other day and thought
An anniversary that nobody wants to
But it’s still as real as any birth or wedding day.
A grainy scan photo tucked away
A reminder of the unhappy day.
A knowledge that something was
A kind doctor who reminded me of
The loss of a lot of blood,
A tiny rainbow in a sunny summer sky.
Finally, saying goodbye.
Wondering who you would be
And whether you would look like
I lie on my back sometimes,
And look at the clouds.