She keeps saying “don’t forget”
as she walks away.
I don’t stop her to say
I don’t remember
what I shouldn’t forget.
Once upon a time I used to say
something like that
Mine ended with “I Love You”
maybe she forgot, too.
She keeps saying “don’t forget”
as she walks away.
I don’t stop her to say
I don’t remember
what I shouldn’t forget.
Once upon a time I used to say
something like that
Mine ended with “I Love You”
maybe she forgot, too.
monkey hand the friendly potato
monkey that wears the hat that I made
with my own two hands
and do not wonder
where the clouds go after they pass out of view.
I assume they go to the moon,
or some other such
Brownies for dinner again.
Craving something else:
Tongues touching,
soft lips on
supple skin,
four arms holding
warmth together.
Smiles through kisses.
Chocolate’s not the same.
Remembering something lost.
Innocence and happiness:
Before sex,
being together
meant everything,
holding your hand
really meant something.
Simple pleasures shared.
Everything has changed now.
Thinking too, too much.
Looking for something:
Too much meaning,
connections to
someone else,
something lasting
with a name.
Aware of an ending.
Overlooking simply living.
I want it back.
The way it should be:
Young hearts,
full of hope
and dreams,
blind to
everything.
Bliss without agony.
Baking brownies together.
so much!
so much.
so much.
I want.
A way.
It could never work out.
Like a knot in my back
or a wrinkle in a shirt,
is a relationship really something
you want to work out?
An inconvenience
Something small
and painful
to get rid of
and forget?
I hope not.
I hope it never works out.