Monday, August 8, 2016

in memory of {poem}

i cannot remember
…the thought trails off.

she is spooning oatmeal into my mouth now.
the cold metal of the spoon against my lips
warm soupy distasteful

i cannot remember


when i was younger
there was a time. believe it

and i looked out the window and waited for something to arrive.


i wonder

sitting in front of the cheap acrylic lace curtains

did that eternal dream ever show up on my doorstep as expected?
i do not know

…i cannot remember

and not knowing

feels good to my flesh

it is mercy
photo by Victor via Flickr (Creative Commons)

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