Fingers touch in their
vow of memories
of honey sweetened
dipped into wells of bitterness
memories
whispering sighs escape
caressing tears that float
in that interminable space between
closed eyes and trembling fingers
eyes, closed because
the souls of those windows
can't bear to take in
the careening streams of the forgotten
trying to leave living in the past
back in the past
breaking ties as
fingers drop apart
back to poems
back to squeedjies