Tag: poet

I can't remember anything after I kissed you. I don't remember you. But, I remember you in me. You see, I save everything. I'm a collector. i know the human race. i have rubbed them all over my body and yelled at them when they didn't agree with me. Of course they knew I knew you before I was born. In a meadow. By a hemlock. And then, the years were torn away like pages in a calendar that was carved by ghosts on my tomb. i was hidden under the floorboards and creaked over for years, until you mentioned my name and I turned and fell and cried. That's what I remember of love.