Conversation with my brother on the phone in February
‘Do you remember Lisa Ramaci ? from across the street ? ’
This is always his line when he calls to talk about our youth.
‘Yeah, sure. Why are you thinking about her ? ’
‘I was just thinking about that life – I want to go back there.’
And I saw that world where we grew up – I existed there once. again
and I saw the roads and the houses and people
and I saw, and felt, it evaporate in my own mind.
surreal knowledge that what was once so real, is not.
That world no longer exists. How can that be ?
was it real ever ?
can real be without enduring ?
that feels . . . wrong