POST-IT
I cup time in my hands
Thumb its angles in my coat pocket so
I remember
Yes
I remember
Obsessively, I etch those occasions of pure
Emotion
Catch them, white-hot, in text
Commit them to a blank sheet marriage
Date it
Fated to live forever in these
Tender, spare words
Why
I do this to mark my spot
Take my stand now
If this is to be my last chance
I want them to know that
I was here
I cup time in my hands
Thumb its angles in my coat pocket so
I remember
Yes
I remember
Obsessively, I etch those occasions of pure
Emotion
Catch them, white-hot, in text
Commit them to a blank sheet marriage
Date it
Fated to live forever in these
Tender, spare words
Why
I do this to mark my spot
Take my stand now
If this is to be my last chance
I want them to know that
I was here