to make a memory
one visit & your voice seems printed on the walls
You face is in my mirror
Your breath upon my air
Your song lingers
or were you always here
from when I said aloud,
“Once Upon A Time”
there is a tiny bird nested by my room
a very small sound coaxes me to listen
I read that mama birds sing to their eggs
all the time.
I am hearing it now.
in times of shouting
i can only do what is in front of me
i can only remember
what i have outgrown
with its many pockets
where i left a memory in each
again i try my bow against a target
once more i reach for a star
too bright to hold, but i grab it nonetheless
stuffing it down to nestle
between my breasts
where i keep the keys
when I work out.
again i trust the universe,
simply throwing my overnight case
at it, trusting in all the rest
not giving an inch on my faith
tho i test the tension on the line.
there can be no assuagement to my guilt
i have turned away from that I thought to love forever
i have set down my phone under your picture
in hopes you will speak to me.
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