POEM: remembering their names

remembering their names

it used to seem so important
all the names
what they thought
a heart, a thumb, a smile

now I see them in the store
like ghosts, like shadows
mostly they don’t notice me
which is good because

I can’t remember their names
how I know them
where we met
why it all mattered so much

the ship is a boat
smaller, perhaps more prone
to waves and wind
but containing only

what’s necessary for a good life
a few people who know
two whose names I gave
one who knows best

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Jason Crane
20 September 2017
State College PA

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