Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Forget-me-not

you put me in a box standing up
and filled me in with mortar

you worked fervently in slathering
the mud upon my body...

as if time would escape you
or maybe me

I always told you
don't hold on to that you will never keep...

and my advice you wouldn't grasp

you were always good at
ridding yourself of needs
to fill yourself in with wants

my face has yet to be spackled

Do you leave it bare for a purpose?

perhaps when it's faded...
you can truly remember me

perhaps when I am gone...
you will know what I was


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