Forgotten words
float in my head.
They drive me crazy
with the secrets they carry.
Back tracking in time
only makes them slip
further and further
into the farthest corner
of my memory,
where the purest  
flame cannot
light the walls
while I squint at
their enigma.  

I wish to tell you.
I want to tell you.
I want you to know
the words that shift
in my mind as I stir
in the folds of these sheets.
I wish to tell you.
Maybe then I will
understand their
troubling voices.
This bothers me so.
It bothers me to know
that they are forgotten.

Forgotten words
and lost time
is all that
tickles the tip of my tongue.
As hard as I search
as much as I worry
and wonder
and wait
all that I find
are those
forgotten words
that I want so badly
to remember
and lost time
that could have
been spared.