I
wish I could play back
My conversations with Ginger
We had many happy ones
About films, novels, children
Politics and the world
I wish I had recordings
Of those conversations
I can’t remember them
In detail
They were words spoken
And enjoyed
Gone like the momentary
Licking of an ice cream cone
Or sipping an Irish whiskey
On a damp, cold, winter evening
I wish I could reach into my mind
Or brain to sort through
Those tens of thousands
of
conversations
To replay them at will
I have clears memories
Of slices of sentences
From Ginger, from my mother
From others in my life
Most positive, some negative
I
wish I could play back
My conversations with Ginger
