LACUNA

Memories absorbing time
i smell the coffee that spilled
on my fingers
An hour ago
i push myself out of the booth
on my way to the phone
To check my box
i listen to the voice
on my answering machine
Reveling in the sound of her
i know the lines of her face
on my own skin
Inherited
i pay for my breakfast
on my credit card
Leaving a tip in cash
i notice a child in the booth
on my left
Ignoring his friend
i remember my own childhood
on my birthday
Not having friends to invite to my party
i wipe the tears on my sleeve
Exiting the diner
i lift my collar to the wind
on my neck
Asphalt underfoot
i see the house
on my old street
Left to my mother by hers