some things

Some things feel so close you know

that if you could just close your hand

you’d hold them forever

but the only forever

is that when you close your hand

the thing vanishes.

Some things whisper into your ears

in the dark night as your head

rests upon the pillow

and you think, ‘if I stay awake

I’ll remember’ and then you wake

six hours later.

Some things reappear

when she looks at you and you think

you might remember why you first loved her

but then she looks away

and you’re left with a hole

where your heart should be.

Some things are like smells that linger long after the moment has passed

and some things are like sunshine, brush your cheek

and makes red speckles flash upon your eyes

and some things haunt…creep up and down your spine

or grow feet that kick the walls

to the womb of who you really are

and some things are lost before you think

to remember them and then when you do

it’s an ache…a concrete reminder

of that thing that is gone, a sadness

that stays with you and cannot be held or kissed

or cared for in any way whatsoever

and some things should be left unsaid

while other things need to be spoken

and some things when heard change everything

and some poems contains things that stay with your

to come and go like seasons or tides

or people.