Forgetful

More than the dried blood Of healing wounds To faded scars A map of memories Across the skin

To remember me by

But the trickling sand Is fickle in my hand Sifting through Like solid tears A moment of roughness This wide funnel A blackhole

All of us drained away

Beads and droplets Skittering on slanted floors Chasing nothingness Through the void

Tell me more

Tales for a day Something new, Something old But always borrowed Snippets of scenes Static and blurred

Remind me...

Forget-me-nots are blue Blue Blue Blue Swim into it And drown To the depths of hues You seek in your sleep