one more link

there they are
in address books
on cell phones
scraps of paper
stuck between pages
of books
read long ago
names sometimes
though often
on those scraps of paper
or incomplete
and one is left
trying to remember
quirks in speech
as one often does
those old phone numbers
putting off
‘til another day
erasing one more link
to a life

in my dream: my mother

there you were
in my dream
as young as you were
when I was a kid
and you said
you were letting the past
but I could not
release it
I reminded you
of that Chinese restaurant
you always took me to
on our yearly pilgrimage
to Macys
during holiday season
then you smiled
as you faded from view
and my eyes
turned to liquid
and my heart
melted away