Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Naptime Poetry

I remember you
From another time
Freshly inked with independence
Full of plans that had no time to be made

I saw you then
As I see so many others
Glamorized, idolized
With a place for me somewhere in the fallacy

I hoped, I chased
I put on a show for you
You bought a ticket
You didn't leave when the curtain fell

But I forgot to take off my mask

I remember things
Saying the right things

I remember hearing them
Too late

It was all a show
And when it ended, I didn't notice
The lights turned on
The audience left
And I stood there
Looking at you


  1. It is. I'm trying to throw stuff down on a fairly regular basis during naptimes these days.