For Winston: by Caithleen Carter Steeves

I remember sitting together in a room for hours saying no-thing
Picking up your books from the floor
As you had to hurry out to make life work for us

I remember framing your face in the hollow of my hands
Swiping the sweat from your brow
On the last few steps of a hike's incline

I remember blowing off the heat from a cup of coffee
Looking over into eyes that say stay stay stay

I remember the light in your step
the tickle of your whistling lips on my ears.



Caithleen