I don’t want that old memory
I’m craving a new one
I need more time to forget
It’s a process not an event
Knife in the chest make it
All go away like the rest of
Yesterday and the stones
That are ripped apart by the
Earthquakes of everything
Happening around me but
It doesn’t matter anyway
I’m craving a new one
Turning in with the heartbeats
Of everything could be
Turning out with all the
Explosions that are honestly
Accepting things as they’re
Going to be ultimately as it is
In the interim of anything
Sad eyes lift up thine light
Buried under the grounds
If hidden moves behind the
Shutters of emotional archery
Are pulled back and stretched
Shooting for the one with existing
Leftover arrows that strike the
Hearts of grief with perfect love
© GÄ
Poétique 