It is a book of memories
back is the best place
where I go to face the dark space.

Snot, and red wet skin
fear, and all those beatings
is where the meat of me
fits perfectly.

I race in haste
to waste away in pain
because I do not want
to revisit those memories again.

Emergency room,
holds a one-legged man.
Doctor says he is alright
but the next day he is dead.

However, back is where
the right words remain;
Back where I feel tears
slip down my cheeks
where poetry speaks,
where it moves me.
I open the pages
Turning each one tentatively.

I see my little brother
from baby to man
we just had dinner
just like we planned
and he’s engaged.
He’s has his own place.
We picked up the furniture.
That was almost yesterday

Now back is done.
The page is almost complete
This is where the present
and the paper meets
and ever after is
only white sheets.
See I have go back
to find my present peace.