hung up

hung up

ink on paper

5" x 2"

Somewhere here,
Scattered on the floor,
Are the remnants of childhood.

Somewhere there,
Bathed in amber light,
Our memory’s heart strings strumming

Somewhere here,
Laid bare to the bone,
Unopened letters once stood.

Somewhere there,
You await responses
That are no longer forthcoming.

Somewhere here,
On weary calf bone,
I always stand,
Less than anything you’ve ever known,
Like paper found in overcoats
Your grandfather used to own.

Lost and forgotten dreams,
Wracked in soaking moans,
You’ve already dreamt them,
And carried them home,
Somewhere there.

In a Word: velleity
In a Book: Anansi Boys - Neil Gaiman
In a Song: Svefn-g-englar - Sigur ros