Saturday, June 2, 2012

lost poem


I wrote you a poem

but I left it on the car seat

I folded it in half

then folded it again

negligently

I placed it here

then there

until it was lost

and I wonder what type of life

it must have

apart from me

without my hands

without my books to read

or pages to be

pressed between

I can remember the words

some phrases really

when I think on you these days

I think mainly of your voice

though I cannot recall

a single word

you said to me

not even goodbye

in moments of stillness

of quiet and calm

I collect myself

and I think to write it down

again

but it stays just that

an unfinished task

time and again

I only think on it