Rather

I’d rather go back

to hearing your laugh.

You might’ve been weary,

but oh I remember it best.

To your dark eyes.

I see them in the mirror.

The deep set horrors have not

met me in mine.

Although I’ve caught glimpses of the nightmares for which

you fought the moonlight.

Let’s go back.

To playing with barbies.

To knowing we are worth more than plastic.

To knowing life can be made fun.

I’d rather forget the years,

months, days since you’ve passed.

I’d rather go back to being you and me.