brass / words / 2006 / That
September 16, 2006
that's her hairtie
in the stairwell
in the stairwell of
my
mind
do I pick it up?
dust it off?
or do i
let
it
sit.
trouble stirs with it
deep inside.
stir
stir
stir
sometimes.
it's hard to let go.
sometimes.
it's hard to be me.
hanging on.
with her.
hanging on.
with me.
the past. is brittle.
it seems?
countenance wanes.
please don't wane. with me.
trouble is
where does she begin.
?
where does I end?
is trouble.
finger by finger.
I slowly
pick up
that
hairtie.
of hers.
of mine.