Uncategorized

persistence of memory

i try to remember 2,000 days ago

but all my moments run together

like dali’s clocks of rubber

melting and sailing out to sea

i try to undo the past

but only end up making the present last

twice as long as it should

you read my future in your cards

i read yours off your face

i play our memories back in stars

something we both love

i examine the gall that dwells within me

how silly it seems

it’s not as though these are broken dreams

my soul flows out

like ink onto paper

you read between the lines —

hence the things you never see

Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s