it's hard to believe that

we swore not to forget

(when everyone knew

it was too cliché to be true)


but now that things are

different in a

m i l l i o n

unexpected/endless ways of

concrete & paint

it's impossible to remember

promises made like

summertime flowers

(here today, gone tomorrow)


& still things are changing

f a s t e r

than i can see

to mourn predecessors past

with my mind wondering

a thousand winter thoughts


(i told it to the radio/

no one else was listening)