The Garden of Remembrance
Evanescent olives and ochres are the vanishing tiles in the bathroom,
Meandering through curves and textures of the pages I never saw her touch
Crinkled fingers perpetuated in the tissue-papered fissures of my own
Delicate brushings of umber and walnut resurrect
Winter branches that protrude as thorned memories
The expired chocolates that wither in the box
Highlights of cadmium yellow teeter on the edge
The pale wallpaper that I fade into
Daffodil petals: cadavers