birthday.


it takes a second
always and many
more before it's recognized
the descention of memory
running its course
the ways and hows
of was
and what are we forgetting

nostalgia overwhelms
the strongest state of mind
bad and good together, everything else
and everywhere else it follows

the scent of skin still in me

stored away, locked up
colours and the current
of tiny hairs streaming along the face
down the arm
the back of a neck
i know them better than you.
believe me.
pardon me, i did

and where the bones were placed so properly.