stubborn memories
you live amoung graying black and whites
letters folded, twice, and twice again
torn in the creases, read too many times
when you are worried over, during low times
you step along the edges, calming presence
letting dust collect on laughter turned sour
curdled joys and spoiled memories
useless worries, gone unheard, gone unnoticed
pointless cares, wasted on deaf ears and
blind eyes, unable to recognize me
even walking past in plain sight
when i think i hear you, call out my
name, do you remember it? i exist. i can spell it.
in soft spaces, even crowded places
admist the buzz, when i hear you. i used to
.i realize you live in black and whites, and in
reoccuring dreams, though i
will never quite wake from them.
letters folded, twice, and twice again
torn in the creases, read too many times
when you are worried over, during low times
you step along the edges, calming presence
letting dust collect on laughter turned sour
curdled joys and spoiled memories
useless worries, gone unheard, gone unnoticed
pointless cares, wasted on deaf ears and
blind eyes, unable to recognize me
even walking past in plain sight
when i think i hear you, call out my
name, do you remember it? i exist. i can spell it.
in soft spaces, even crowded places
admist the buzz, when i hear you. i used to
.i realize you live in black and whites, and in
reoccuring dreams, though i
will never quite wake from them.