Another youthful plan gets dragged ashore
One more angel fails her pregnancy test
Diploma dangles amid grade school photos
Yearbook autographs are my only connection
The disappearing ink signatures are like fossils now
I've driven stories into the ground
Lost track of faces I swore I'd always remember
Childhood left without a sound
I stare at old drawings and things I've written down
and I think the disappearing ink sketches must be from another world
9 years ago I felt like I'd be young forever
Now phantom former loves have apartments with no address
This shapeless poem throws new shadows
as it stretches farther across my lined paper life
Another color fades from memory
One more dream gets tangled and threatens to drown
Kisses sparkle between cloudy weekdays we waste for a rent check
It's checkmate for most kids We play by the rules but it's
someone else's game How I miss the secret sounds A fluttering eyelash or a
dance floor collision
Childhood left without a sound
Our eyes were stuck on angels as the plane went down in the distance
The search and rescue future still has much to figure out
If I knew then what I know now, I'd know this thought is over
Why waste time on time machines?
They don't exist or make you younger