Mar 30, 2007 23:29
We took apart your souvenirs
We tried our best to make it clear
You tried to tell me
That you were ready
But in the end
We still began
To try to mend
Everything that happened
Over and over and over again.
Dust collected on the banner that hung from the top shelf of Grandpa's old bookcase. Dad had put it up there years ago when he had made us take pictures for some contest in the newspaper. I never thought about taking it down. It just seemed to blend in like a real nice piece of furniture or the homeless. Now that I was moving out though, it had to go. I pulled it down and felt the cloud of dirt fall over me like the mist from a hose. The banner itself was nothing of real importance. Something that was put together in the corner of the basement. A place my dad casually referred to as his shop because it had a couple of hand tools scattered about and some old nudie pictures on the wall that the previous owners had never taken down. He had painted the words "Champions" on it in thick red paint that had slowly chunked away over the years.