Written by Asa McCoy


Time has it that memories fade

   but feelings stay.

It's hard to remember your hand

Striking my face, though I understood

   that you love me.

As cloudy as fire is puerile 

are the images of our laying upon 

the greenest weeds, gazing past our galaxy,

You telling me I'm hateful, though I listened 

   to the rhythm of your anger. 


I wept. You knew. I weep still.


I can seldom recall

the coldness of the night

You called me stupid, but

I lamented over not taking out the trash

five minutes earlier, for that might've saved you

   the trouble of your heartache.


No longer can I recognize time,

   just pain,

and its beauty burns hollow

for I know I will continue to forget.