Today the Sun Is an Eraser

If you forget me,

I’ll hold your heart

as you search for home.

My love I feel winter coming.

Yesterday you spoke my name,

but today the sun is an eraser.

I’m reduced to familiar,

a breathing photograph

misplaced in a wedding album,

reassigned to rest among the vague.

When there is nothing left

of me in your eyes I’ll hum

your favorite song and dance

you through my heartbreak

so you can climb another star

closer to the moon.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Real Toads ~ All in November's Soaking Mist

Dedicated to my father, Oron Crouch, who watched my mother
be taken away from him by Alzheimer's. Mama died, November 7, 2007.