i could have remembered

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the world is growing louder,
pounding at the winding cords,
edges of my headphones;
if lips could have hotly graced my skin,
if the air was sweet on my lungs,
if the windows weren’t close
& clean from the hurled tears
i would have remembered.

crawling into corners with forget-me-not
blue tinted lips made it all the worse
when the secrets tore at me in 4 minutes or less;
silence the incision made because they can’t be real
& remind me the words i should’ve said.

through the tears, swore was rain
i lost sight of your face
the pain that slowly pooled a thick substance
burned my fingertips with lies;
if i locked pictures in shoe-boxes
i would have buried in the back-yard,
but i developed arthritis
and i could have remember.

.

.
the tendency you developed for sorrow
the thick loudness that smashed in my ears
and the sounds were worse then
the earth crumbling from beneath us,
rapidly nagging me again with the static.