Trust me to remember

Trust me to remember

The little things

Inconsequentials

About which nothing is thought

Until they are needed

To build a picture of you.

Not in replication

A photograph is a still life

So much lost

In the shutter speed

When preparation changes

The expression.

Even a startle

Is only part of the motivation.

Beauty is in movement

Or the moment

Everything stops

Of its own accord.

More than a reflection

The tip of a wink

The twitch at the edge

Of a smile

The birthmark in the hairline

At the base of your skull

Above five perfectly formed

Freckles.

A southern cross

Something rarely seen

Without a mirror.

A voice is harder to recall

Familiar phrases

Drift in and out

A video clip rarely played

Too closely distant to watch

Very often

But a comfort to know

It is there.

A conversation never finished

Questions left hanging

Waiting always waiting

To be reanimated.

Where is a bolt from

Out of the blue

Beyond the bounds of left field

When you need one.

Picture this

You at rest

With your head on my shoulder

The smell of your hair

Its texture against my lips

Trust in me

To remember

As inconsequential

Will always be

Completely and utterly

Essential.