neglected corner
of her heart
to recall, rethink,
remember
a love long expired
(decades ago)
and his red Converse high-tops,
his indigo Irish knit sweater,
his full beard and fake English accent,
his tuna noodle casserole topped with crushed Ruffles chips,
and his sturdy, all-encompassing embrace
which always seemed to say,
I’m here.
For you.
Now.
