In Memoriam

by Mickey Schommer

Would you like to be old friends?

Our language is different now, shallower—
Filled with silent I miss yous and Do you remember whens;
A glance that was once a knock on your front door,
a poor man’s Let me love you.

Now, a timid smile across the room,
the swift blink of trepidation.
Skin where your fingers used to touch
are now only memories in goosebumps.

Do you remember me the way I remember you?
If you pass me by, look at me like you know me.

And yet, and yet—
Holes in the film reel, a soundtrack of silence.

Mickey Schommer is a recent graduate of the University of Wisconsin - Green Bay where she majored in English Literature and German. She writes casually, reads often, and has a penchant for sour pickles.