I keep losing great people like the things in my pockets,
And I don’t know how to miss them till I feel the hollow space.
I started to forget my checklist to run through
Of the things I need and the people I love
To keep them refrigerator-seal fresh in my mind.
I blame myself for things start feeling rotten.
There’s so much going on before I forget.
I complicate those pockets until a pinky-sized hole makes me drop my pen.
I complicate my day, ‘cause there’s no ink for my to-do list.
I complicate my hopes, cause the to-do lists aren’t complete.
I complicate my friends, cause taking new faces by surprise has always been easier.
I complicate my love, cause “lover” is just a colour swath from friend
I mull these over in my head, packed tighter than a mosh pit in a sardine can
And before I know it, I just start forgetting.
Forgetting to grab my keys.
Forgetting to put my coat away.
Forgetting to tell my friends I love them.
Forgetting to tell myself I love me.
Before I know it, the bustle takes me onto the next thing.
I forgot you, who first told me to save my poems and swims better than anyone I ever knew
The haven where I could find my peace with a pen and just write.
To send you out to shop, to fix your broken pieces like I wish I could with mine
To remember who and what was great in the first place
A defeated sigh escapes, I lean my temples against the desk in despair.
I keep losing everything in my overstuffed pockets,
But I want it to change.
If I clear up the clutter, I’m afraid my grief will break me.