Stevie Nicks sang memories of you

Into my room last night.

The rawness of her voice carried

The scent of your cigarette,

The heat of your arm,

The roughness of your cheek.

The comfort of my quilt transformed

Into your single bed in that old,

Ramshackle house,

Years and miles away,

Where we would lie

Tangled as one,

Listening and loving to

The sound of Stevie’s voice.

Then we would sleep,

Bodies overlapping

In that small, warm space.

I lost your letters to a fire,

Long ago, yet I recall

The passion that burned

In the last missive,

When you used her words

To voice your anger at

My betrayal.

A few months ago I found

The chain you had given me

On a cool, fall night.

I quickly tucked it back inside the box,

Afraid to feel the memories it

Evoked –

Stevie brought them all back,

Ignoring the layers and walls and years

Of self-protection I had carefully

Put into place.

Stevie sang you into my room

Last night.

Damn the dark.

Damn the light.