My long forgotten body

Do the see the world as a poem

Do you see it like I do?

Do the words slip through your fingers

Do they slip before you can open your eyes?

Do they slip like I did

It was real hard

To cry until I saw the altar

I just couldn’t believe it,

Ya know.   ?

These kinda things happen to

Other people, not her

When I was younger, I was

friends with her son

They moved a lot, especially after

The divorce

But we still made time to see each other

We grew apart but