Bright Cloud Poem by Vaida Marea

On days like this I think of you.
Freckles on your shoulders in a room that smelled of stale tobacco.
How I’d cuddle up next to you and watch some stupid movie.
And we’d just stay there in the most perfect moment.
The way you’d look at me,
Your body gigantic in comparison to my measly one
You’d call me “kitten”, tousle my hair a bit, tap me on the nose with your finger, and we’d fall asleep.

There are very few times I remember things like this.
And I’m thankful for when I do.
They remind me that things weren’t always bad with us.

In the hot summer heat, more beer in your body than blood, you could be so mean.
But on days like this, I can think of you and smile at the small piece of time you occupied in my life.

Bright Cloud.
You blocked the sun
But I could always see it around your edges.