Today was Remembrance Day and I think to myself all I have are my memories. Reflections of times and places, things passed with no evidence. My lover called today and his accent sounded thick because I am no longer speaking it. No glasgay echo lass anymore but fallen back into me. Uninteresting and all I could do was wish I were a man so I could take him properly, the way I want to. Spread his legs and nudgeplunge in, suck his sounds back with my lips, my breath. I miss him today and yesterday and tomorrow and all right now, this boy is a memory and in spite of the objects left behind I can’t prove a thing. There is no ephermera for love or meaning or passions last gasp. I cannot conduct an orchestra here. I have no bow to bend.