Memory

I used to enjoy remembering you
when I could remember you I would
use my memory in such a way
as to conjure you into my living room
the dust on the bookshelves
is really our skin mingling amid those
stacks of things so you were here
so we're sort of hanging out
with the dust from us
this is Thursday
my bills are due
Brooklyn is waking up
somewhere you are walking across
town or uptown or simply cradling
a cup in your lap
you could be doing anything
and I'd still be thinking of you
trying to remember something
if only I could.