NaPoWriMo Poem #4: Sometimes Facebook memories knock me over when it reminds me of the death date of a friend. I seem to miss more and more people as I grow older and it is a mixed memory always.

 Sweet and Sour Sorrow

My mind wanders to the edge

Of conversations salty and sweet

Seasoning the improvised recipes

That stirred our breath

Tested our intellect

Brightened opinions that had grown dull

I stare at that faded photograph

Wanting the details to jump out

But they remain washed out

Pieces that are gone

Ripped corners

Stained with salt tears

Those years have not erased

Your brown eyes

Are what I can still picture

Knowing every twinkle, they made

Knowing you were right