Our Paper Memories

It stood in its pale glory
proudly
on my mantelpiece
all paper and
dust

The colours faded;
beige green blue
twirling twining twisting
into a six-faced
six-windowed
six-holed
fragile origami box

I wonder how you made it
straight-edged sides and all
you never said anything
just smiled and merged back into
the passing wave of
smiling people on the street

I felt safe
with that box by my side
until yesterday
the wind blew it out of the window
into the rain
onto my rose bushes
blooming red petals

I brought in the paper pieces
their secrets and memories
soggy; thorn-pricked
beige people in green shirts
green shirts in blue seas

They drowned silently
lost in the cosmos
You left me

I don’t know how to piece them back
I wish you’d taught me.

[2006]

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