I sit around your table
waiting for titbits
to fall into my memory
memory forever fading
they say
as the years grow older.
But I still listen
squirreling each crumb
then taking them out
when no-one is watching
I string them together
trying to make sense
of the songs you sing to me.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
I sit around your table
waiting for titbits
to fall into my memory
memory forever fading
they say
as the years grow older.
But I still listen
squirreling each crumb
then taking them out
when no-one is watching
I string them together
trying to make sense
of the songs you sing to me.