438 pm, 09/08/2020
from journal dec 2018
to remember a poem
a line, a verse
to reverse this curse
within me
the sins, the lies
the absolute ties
broken
unopened words
stolen
to remember a place
a possible
a more
the space between
who I was and before
to remember
a way things may have turned out
to not sit
to move on
still singing the song
I could remember
I could sing
I know I knew
I no longer know
how does it go?
that thing, that possibility
of it all working out
I cannot remember
only the feeling I knew
but I do not know
the dreams. the more.
she had something.
what did she know?
-notpropertyadream