Memo To An Old Friend
Coming back again
Hard to do ... harder to start anew
The turnstile spins for body scans
Not quite natural
Broken sentences and furtive words
And we exactly where
The fiber of the past was torn
Perhaps
Truth amended
Nothing more mended
And worse of it
I have no memory of wrong
I flew easy into you like a sky
And you dripped away
And now shadow twisting words
We spar lips
You are clearly sprinkling seeds
Under the cover of weeds
I am not ready to be baited
Let's just enjoy
What we forget
I have already destained my memory.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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