by Preston Smith
Sir Isaac Newton is on record having said
there is one distinct moment of remembrance
for each and every significant moment of memory,
a through-line of emotion from birth to death.
For example, when I’m with you again I remember
coming into my work office to show off a boy I’d met
and a year later when I miss you I remember
your morning alarms ringing at 3 a.m.
and the way I stopped you from leaving for work
to ask if I could call you my boyfriend now.
An emotion in motion wants to stay in motion
like the way we don’t blink when we watch the sunset—
after all, the water and the moon are consistent
in their motion, and they never say goodbye for good.
[Preston Smith (he/him) holds a MA in English literature. He is an editor for Periwinkle Literary Journal, and his debut chapbook Red Rover, Red Lover released from Roaring Junior Press in early 2020. He can be found on Twitter (and Instagram!) @psm_writes tweeting about his cats, baking, and fairy tales. His poems appear in Black Bough, Nightingale & Sparrow, and Pink Plastic House, among others.]