new words

oh, to be a poet again
write what the heart remembers

after seven years somehow
returned to me out of time
you're so different, no longer mine
yet there's still an unhealed sore
in the layer of my heart
where you inhabited that great
cluttered room

and i feel entitled to posses
you there again, but i'm not
maybe we were wrong
these last seven years, wrong
to have departed, but we weren't
and that's how the heart mis-
remembers

over and over convincing me
that i guess, yeah, i do
feel actually and i can no longer
deny my lost loves' lasting
impact


oh, to be a poet of forgetfulness again. if you do something well, do it so that it inspires you by your success at it, enables you to continue. i think that's what my friends have done that i wasn't sure about how to do. so many things got in the way. maybe this is how i can remove those obstacles. maybe.