Gatherers
Ann Liv Young
You are a picture of a room with no people in it
And there is rot behind the walls
And the bulbs have long died out
You are a moment in my mind, played out in perfect harmony
But the needle misaligns and your words never quite add up
Small talk with no recollection of the ones you’ve lost
A letterhead without a name
The buzzing of the vacancy sign, sings until you’re comatose
An empty bed pressed with your silhouette and tessellated accidents
(Unwinding, unwinding)
A circle on a map with no address, a tear in you that widens in degrees
(Unwinding, unwinding)
But I digress, I digress, I digress
(Unwinding, unwinding)
Please, forget me
Oh you’re a mess I’m can not mend
And I’m running out of thread
Now we’re fading by the law of diminishing regrets
Nothing brings you back
You’re a date and time I penned on the inside of my hand
Too weathered to make sense of
Forget me
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