Thursday, December 13, 2012
Yellow
I was afraid to listen to the song
you played me on that night
fingers shimmering over porcelain keys
in a way that I could never master
somehow you played perfectly even
though you didn't remember a thing
and maybe I don't remember a thing
and maybe I'm choosing not to
those were the times when things
were still mysterious and the only
facts were intoxicating scavenger hunts
and distilled grains instilled in our brains
and the words were all there
until they went away
I saw them down the staircase
growing fainter until you blinked
but couldn't tell if they still rested there
I don't know where they went
but they were gone
and just away.
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