What to do
with what might’ve
when what is
is what’s left
crumbs on plate
after everything’s ate
morsels of memories
a dry icing
around the edges
hardly makes sense
Category: Bean
Night
Some toss dirt
into the hole
others sling mud
whilst others push
away and forget
believing they’re free
I put to
rest my past
tuck it in
tell it goodnight
as the door
closes behind me
I then weep
always staying strong
until the last
light is out
Orbits
Oh I thought
that just maybe
time and distance
between us might
just make me
miss you less
but like planets
that pass by
every so often
when we’re not
I keep wishing
that other ones
would just move
outta the way
so that even
from afar I’d
know where it
was you are
ByeBean
And like clouds
again you came
and again went
scraping across sky
leaving a mark
but no mess
such are clouds
common fluffy things
like cotton or
smoke or wisps
of something else
I will remember
you as clouds
when I see
one I’ll pretend
that it’s you
being something else
Rooms (for Bean)
Sometimes when I’m
in one room
it’s hard for
me to imagine
I have another
beyond that doorway
a different place
filled with things
colorful comfy things
just like I
suppose I do
when touching you
surprised to find
parts of you
that right now
I’d forgotten about