Short Tales of Woe

My Favorite Scene

Trace my hand up the seam in the wall
see the memories that play out
before it.
Do you know what it's like to never forget.
Ive thought of all I wanted to say and then hid it away.
Watched it grow and grow.
Higher still.
Lighter now.

Darker now
As the years pass by
Fear im losing my mind
Body aches all the time
They sting the worst
They come in waves
The scenes that play in warm yellows but have tones of gray
Those im which I didnt know what to say
Those that show you going away
The long story lines
Showing a runny nose
from lines on the table
The memories that come to me in the store of my mother
So dear
So withered
The ones in which you couldnt be bothered
Those shots that depict me as a bother
They play on repeat.
But I gotta say
The scenes that cant be beat
Are those of you
of
Us
Toes bumping into toes
legs tangled together
The scenes with you in the drivers seat of my car
held up against the setting sun
youre a tall dark mystery
my favorite piece of history