A new poem for this night.
Clare
Clare, have you ever thought about me?
It must have been twenty years.
Have you ever imagined who I was with?
Would you care?
Clare, are you alive or dead...
happy or sad...
alone...
at home, a loving mother somewhere....
I can't remember your face much.
I remember your hair.
Would you remember you spoke to me once?
Would you remember me, Clare?
