R E V I V A L
It arises like some need
Out of the innermost,
Her story retold, the sum
Of my deepest reflex
Going back to old letters,
Faded loops and forms
Put down then by a hand
At the behest of a mind
That has gone.
Going back to rub the core
Into an awakening
Of scattered memory, conjoin her
Late animate being with a photograph,
Making her speak the words
Of her letters,
Think her thoughts,
For a glimpse of what
I have forgotten.