Memory

Take the rose out of my name
The one you planted with your breath
When your lips parted
With an eagerness to take in
The horizon etched on my
Palms.

The night sky reached out far
Into a constellation of some
Busy hour of lights, cars and
Attempts at living.
We were frozen with a mincing heat
That very hour.

That memory, a drop
Of a cell exploding with untame
You gifted me before you left.
Still here : jostling, surviving
Bringing up the flames.