POEM: what I choose to remember

what I choose to remember

she said I only remember the bad things
not the good things that happened since

but the bad things are so easy to remember
even if they didn’t leave physical scars

I’ve seen my blood on someone else’s hand
felt the crack of the knuckles across my face

those are things you can’t be expected to forget
no matter how many years move slowly by

we sit on opposite sides of a vast sea of silence
and for once in my life, I can hear myself think

5 August 2013
Auburn AL

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