it never really goes away
you just put it all in a box
and put the box in the drawer
somewhere in the back of your head
and try to forget it
only you never do
can't because bits of it
always seep out the cracks
in the box where the duct tape peels
and out the drawer and into your head
and then you think
about it again
the memories of it
how good or bad it all felt
how much you would
like to go back
and do it all over again only
this time doing it
right
sometimes at times like these
you feel the longing
again
the ache you forgot
about
how potent it is
was and always will be
and you try to stuff it back into the box
only you find it no
longer fits
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