bookends

the song i would write you now
is different
because my hands have broken down
but not just that
it's that all of me
is humming in lower sounds

there were days
when you were too lovely to write about
and my hands instead
were the ones trying to tell you
what was in me
trying to get out

but the rest of the time
i was diligent with my homework
trying to be a healer and a singer and a poet
anything that you think
we dropped behind us
i went back and got it

anything you haven't figured out yet
i already knew it
and forgot it

the girl writes the poem
about the first touch and the pet name
about the morning
and the kiss in the rain
and even about the broken glass
and the heart pain

but not about the first day
she forgot to think about you
and everything went on just the same



a.w.