Keep Art Alive :: “Sewing Lights” :: Art by Amy Sol
“Tell me your troubles and doubts,
giving me everything inside and out.”
Don’t You (Forget About Me) :: Simple Minds
The Marks and Memories of Forgetting
All the books on the shelf,
all of them were mine.
But she left her mark on each one,
each line that she highlighted in pink pen or
Her way of remembering,
of pronouncing importance and available logic.
These are the things she left behind:
markings between bent and dog-eared pages,
and the beading around the scars of my soul.
“If you could see what I have seen,
broken hearts and broken dreams.
Then I wake up and you’re not there.”
Don’t Forget Me (When I’m Gone) :: Glass Tiger
I am growing older now,
the weeds of time are choking my identity and luster.
I need to mow down the barriers that I built alone.
I guess I let her peer through the trellis walls,
once or twice or maybe a bit more.
She turned on the blinkers and turned right into me
well, I let her, didn’t I?
Now I wonder if it was all just a ploy,
a way to get my attention and my coffee bean tree,
a way to step inside and mess things up,
then walk away.
I have places to go,
these boxes to pack,
a train to catch and ride and forget on.
Like I could ever forget her.