over here
It's so hard often times to remember; things forget
where they are, who they are
your photo forgets itself
in some corner of my house
among piles of papers I have long neglected
if only i know where they are, which ones they are
i have searched.
But the photo forgets itself, like i've said
dusts and dampness; i have looked
spent the night looking away
it's so hard to find you sometimes
the memory itself forgets
while I claim to remember
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it's so hard, or perhaps it's time
it's me, it's the way i live my life
that allows things in it to forget
(01/22/06)
photo: blurred bird by Doug Barlow
