Rocky Road

by Zhenya Yevtushenko

Memory persists.

Cracked crystal figurines

chime against the wind.

I lost her in the ice cream

soup of time and space.

Memory persists.

We are floating silk strands,

invisibly connected. Just not here.

It was a love that made me believe in

past lives and parallel universes.

Memory persists.

Rocky road, your favorite.

Distant chimes resonate

under my skin, my bones resist

only to melt into reality’s lattice.

Memory persists, but we

stay melted.