Alex Stolis

I can never seem to remember
more than two moments
of the way she undressed
in lightning, thunder
tossing her hair
into the wind or the way she
curved her arm over her head
as she danced alone.

Her perfume would waft down
the aisle in church, one wink
and it became too much
to even mouth the words.
She told me secrets
the way she told others her name,
and there was nothing

I wouldn't do but nothing
is too much now
and the only moment left
is spent trying to remember
the echo of her voice.