think about me once in a while

down the rabbit hole

once again

to remember what we lost

to change the cards in hand

and i will go somewhere

that only i would know

to lovingly watch

something forgotten long ago

i met that boy

so many years in the past

filled with hope and wanderlust

playing in the riverbeds

i watched from outside

his gazing sightlines

as he stacked stones

and drifting branches

with his ankles submerged

he built a dam

to slow those memories

a god, he built with those hands

the water would seep

you cant quite stop the flow

to him it didnt matter

he was there to let it go

the dam, built with loving hands

was to show his solemn audience(me)

that you cant stop the flow

we lock gaze, he always knew

he wonders where the escaped waters go

but with a sorrowful glance

he stays behind

choosing the rabbit hole

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Hopes and dreams go by the wayside....
all that we thought we would achieve, escapes....
and then all we have left are memories of what might have been.
Sad poem, but written by someone who appears to be way past 20 years old.
By someone who has been there and done that.
wonderful poetry.
j.

[Everett Dulin]

Thank you for your words, I've lived a ton. Been there done that is a great way to explain it.

-E