I could try to
Write the words you
Like to arrange
In such pretty ways. In these dange-
Rously simplified days that I have
(You have
Too) planned out in such de-
Ranged and ordered misre-
Membering, I remember
Not to. Not to write them. I’ll offer
A different picture;
One where my words are less sure;
Fragile, frail saffron petals caught
Up by a gust, and scattered out-
Ward where no one could
(Would
You?) put them together. And yet,
Their tangled feelings for bet-
Ter, and for worse still,
Never hold me. I will
Not hold them either in my broken
Memory’s heart. A starling forming words unspoken.
