dug tunnels through time
I left parts of me behind
to find long buried memories
I step on like landmines
insects in the nighttime
the smell of books I've had my whole life
the way the ladle in the sauce is stirred
the howling of the grocery store parking lot birds
and I wanna hoard these memories
but they're water down the shower drain
appearing from somewhere that I can't see
pass through me and gone
time washing me clean
and it feels like when we met
we were picking up right where we left off
and I wonder if we do this every lifetime
many hundreds now forgot
leave my window open just to feel some connection
to these strangers outside
watching the past with kaleidoscope fly vision
gravity pushing harder when I'm alone
and I wanna hoard these memories
but they're water down the shower drain
appearing from somewhere that I can't see
pass through me and gone
time washing me clean
through me and gone
pass through me and gone
through me and gone
pass through me and gone
through me and gone
time washing me clean
