Imprints
That recipe I make
Slow-cooked lamb roast
Infused with lemon and garlic
Splashed lavishly with olive oil,
I kept that when I broke up
With the dark-haired man
With deep-brown eyes
His love of Korean cinema lingered
Long after he was gone
And I'll never eat Romano
And not think of him
Sometimes fondly
Sometimes with a deep pain
He left many imprints on my life
From my French sailor
Who forever made me see
The romance in a sunset
Sometimes I hum that song
The one he used to sing to me
When everything was closing in
And I found it hard to breathe
Every bike ride or playground
Reminds me of that summer
Where we frolicked
Hands intertwined
In the heady, fragrant breeze
Eyes only for each other
He's in every sunset now
I can't eat donuts
Without remembering
Those ones I ate in Berlin
In the freezing winter wind
With my German lover
His coat wrapped around me
As he kissed the sugar from my face
And when I walk in cemeteries
I think of when we strolled
Hand-in-hand through that place
Sombre and yet beautiful
The autumn leaves swirling
On the hibernating ground
I see him still betwixt the headstones
They shaped me with their taste
Their passion, their dislikes
And though these men are gone
Their impression here remains
And oft I ponder to myself
What habits linger still
That they have kept from me
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