Drops of Gasoline

I read letters of old discontent

stories of wounds inflicted earnestly

I establish trends, minutes of want

before and after love return to haunt

me, then you, then us, then them.

I do it to remember lessons I forget

I live this hour, the next one might not come.

And if it will, I will be better for it,

I will retain again what needs to be forgotten for a while

I smile at nothing, out of the blue, out of me,

content to leave you be. Odd!

I do remember wanting you forever

now I can't remember why.