White Noise
This memory comes and goes in braille,
Feeling first, meaning second, it's a bit
Silly to seal this envelope to mail
Something we couldn't see. Was it legit
When you smiled at me? Who knows, maybe
This is our wishful thinking. Or not.
I must be dizzy because I didn't see
A bouquet is another 'Sorry I forgot
To be here but smell this clearly maimed
Apology.' Sorry what? "Sorry, please!"
Your memory vanishes like a candle flame,
Glaring, burning, brightly so that I'll wheeze:
"Sorry what? Sorry me." Forget this dream.
My eyes are open so my heart can grieve.
