Looking down from the tall
building, I see the people
scattering— all
different colors, in different directions;
Like pills spilled out
upon the bathroom tile, while
I catch myself from falling down
along with the reds, whites, and blues.
Tumbling forever, the people down there
never seem to stop. But I do. I stop;
Just long enough to remember.
Then, I descend
and join them
down there
to scatter;
Each day;
Each and every miserable new day.
I’ll miss them all, down there.
But right now, remembering—
I just want to forget.
Make me forget.
Please, just that.
Pull the hood down, over mine eyes.
Make me forget.
Please, just that.
I just want to hear that song again
and nothing else, except maybe
the rain coming down
and her footsteps approaching
from whatever direction
she decides is best.

narrative poem written on 08-28-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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