The Mouse in the Photograph

It should be as easy as blinking,
Remembering what you don't percieve:
The movement in the photograph,
The dream in which you drown,
Enlightenment in the stone Buddah.
Eyes remember unbidden. Cones
And rods recall the shade you picked
For the bedroom was the same
As your favorite toy. I know this song
From somewhere. Open to me now,
World of absence, what I apprehend unaware.

What it says doesn't matter;
The sound of chairs sliding back
From the table, scraping resistance.
It's best to leave, after all; but linger
Here and finish your thought, delay
Decision. Bring me over to your
Point of view, what I would say
If I were you. It's hard to decide
When decisions are already made.

Recollection occurs. Ah, God,
It was so sweet for no reason,
Reaching for my coffee you were
Washing white dishes in the sink
And it is late Spring. But something
Is missing, missing. Something
Is gone from the moment
And what that is I can't recall.