lest we forget

…
the sky, in all its
broken blue glory, the moon
as she reflects
her own spill.

we forget our selves,
the ways we learned
to
…..(under)
stand, to fall and land
and forget
that we can
……………….fly.

we for
-get our why, the lyrics
to our own lost
songs. the ways our
wrongs stir
-shape us
into something new.

shall we
forget these chains, strain
ourselves instead toward un
-silence?

forget these scattered
days. we spare a dime
and bide our time
and then
forget to remember
where we put it.

give me something I can use,
love, some lighter side of self
a
-buse
a
ruse,
a
-muse,meant to inspire, breathe
fire. 

give me a noose
to hang the stars,
claim them back
as belt and bull
and bolt.

give me
just one breath;
some small and swollen
semblance of regret.

…………….(less),
……………………we forget.

 

..
..
Prompted by dVerse, and inspired by the poem, “How We Forget,” by Loyce Gayo.