Never truly forgettable
You were a memory I could put in a box
And let the dust build over the cardboard *****
The kind of importance
That could be left behind
Like a stuffed animal on the playground
The sight lingers behind the eyes
And is drawn forth by water
Sentimental values petrified into stone
And held tightly by the heart
Occasionally it squirms up the throat
And is cast back down with a shallow laugh
Everyday transposition brought forth onto daily life
Not quite convinced it was ever forgotten in the first place
Still waiting for the voice to melt away the rock
Dripping from the center it flows through my fingers
And I curse as I try to remember
Why I put it there in the first place