I eat frozen mango
out of the bag
staring at the photographs
taped to my wall
all those breaths stolen
a vault of moments
I can swim back to
when I need them
like now
I am waiting for him
at the bottom of the slide
I am in that living room
on Christmas
I am at her wedding
where I hardly knew anyone
and danced barefoot
on that cold floor
I visit all of them
as I finish the mango
shuffling from memory to memory
hoping one of them
will take my hand
and write.