Day 21 - One Poem a Day

Day 21 - Soup

The thought of you rises

as sequences of my pre-loved memories

I upload at the base of my brain

They all taste like poppy seeds

addictive enough to keep me coming back for more

and I keep on smelling the cover and pages of those memories

that are now conjoined and bounded like books

I store them 

the way I store 

my other dreamy novels

on the shelves, 

favorite chapters 

highlighted in a special bibliography

I do this so I can revisit all

the times where everything was as warm as

a bowl of creamy spinach soup

and the sound of lyrics 

written by a petite French troubadour

the story of us

was strong

it became my backbone

the skeletal that forms the new me