August #9

I was walking today,
or showering,
I forget.
Anyway
as I was doing
this mundane thing
(whichever thing it was)
I was writing,
in my head,
snatches of poetry.
Really good poetry.
But now I forget it all.

May #23

Cleaning,
going through papers,
things in my desk drawer,
I found a treasure trove
of love notes,
you to me.
They reminded me of things
I'd forgotten,
like how we use to write love notes
and hand them off between classes.
You bought me yarn,
we went for crabs,
I wrote pages
in your yearbook.
Funny how much you can forget
while remembering
still more.