poem

“To Know Them”

Make me up with a thought
O, how I let him see so hazy
Once I leave he won’t remember
We never could remember anything, really
And still, I have that goddamn picture.
So now I can’t forget
So now I don’t see so hazy
“I know you,”
Was what I told him when he was sad.
But he wasn’t listening,
He was too embarrassed.
When I come back he’ll remember again
And he’ll be sad again
And I’ll probably know him again
But they punish you to know them.