little by little
the memories wash away
into rainbow puddles
and hesitant poems
and every verse about us
takes its leave.
little by little
the rain takes august.
the blue tinted skylight cracks
and the oceans flood in
to bury a silly future
by weight of sheer reason.
dreams so vivid and beautiful
have no business here;
cut them into pieces the size
of a tune and throw them out.
let its sillage be subsumed
by safe and easy instead.
the universe doesn’t care either way.
so tonight i write you, my song,
into a song. leave it there.
keep nothing back. toss the
first smile and the last tear in the
general direction; they have
scaled mountains and crossed oceans
and broken worlds and brought
reality to its feet. once upon.
pointlessly. they will now stand guard
till all that is left of us is the sound
of the waves under a broken sky.
forever fell short, and so did we;
blue eyed song, don’t remember me?
