I’m looking at a picture of us
I didn’t like it at the time
There was something too real-
I felt ugly about it
But now I love it
You were trying to tell me something
And now that you don’t want to be seen
I’ve figured it out in the photo
While I was off mentally having fun
You were telling me you loved me
and that you were sick
They say a picture says a thousand words
What about emotions
To live with the memory
of a child’s voice
is one thing.
Easily among my favorite days. The book signing was an incredible success. Even though my hands were shaking while signing the first few.
Summarizes my priorities. Me looking at my family.
What a memory! I’m one lucky man.
What is unluck without luck?
And who dies sitting upright while
looking at a few geese from memory?
There was one angry goose who chased
a young boy until he fell and slid
and became covered in goose feces.
He was a small child-
They changed him
into a pair of girl jeans
for the rest of the night.
And it wasn’t a nice night,
but that’s how sadness works
and life remains.
I hope for you, the year closed the best way possible. Best of luck to the next.
It’s just a few more steps. Let’s wave and do that again.
Some cabins have memories.
Location: Foothills of the White Mountains, NH.
Photo taken by Matt’s phone.
Time is a funny thing that lives its own life,
and here we are tying thoughts to it.
A great childhood friend wants me to write for him.
We lost another.
He said he wants to remember the memories
that made him a better person while being with him
We knew Sean since early childhood. Sean didn’t have it easy.
Now, he’s gone.
So I’ll write
The best that I can. And he’ll give that to Sean’s mother.
Life’s a funny thing until it’s not.
If I close my eyes, I see Sean, with his wide grin
laughing and going on with a story.
I tried telling myself it was no big deal.
I don’t know about how to fix any of this.
My memory works in images
I see them, replay them, feel them
This is how I find things that are ‘lost’
I hope I never come to be without myself
that might be a bit of an issue
For now though, I’ll continue
wondering if I’m truly getting older
or if the days are getting longer
stretching this matrix into oddly shaped
happenings, placed, filed, and organized
into tiny little images to review later on.
I leaned against a memory
I should’ve have
where the hell’s the sun