When I hear church bells,

I think of you.
Standing with you in European cities snapping photos of cathedrals
The story of Child You clinging to the bell tower ropes to make them sing
Your cue to place your hands and feet upon the organ
The steps outside your church
when I made my first communion
when you remarried
when they chimed for your funeral.
I think of you when the church on my block chimes the hour
and sometimes I smile
and sometimes it hurts so badly my breath catches
and all the time I think of your music.