The Forest to the Tree
You are unforgettable, a Nat King Cole song
to highlight the memory of the first mix tape
the last reason to drive home in a snowstorm
or maybe, the paper due. But what did we forget
you check your pocket, run the rounds, and still
what you don’t remember, what you leave behind.
You said, “When I leave, sometimes,
I just want to bring you with me.”
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The Tree to the Forest
We trip over our own branches
tied to past rejections, we are cast.
I like to use words like needy and
your hand
creases into a fist when you tell me
I’m glad we are on the same page.
