Memory

a recent poem

You’d never make feel
Like the acoustic version
Of memory by sugar cult
Circa 2004

There was a rawness
In the memory 
Of laying on my bedroom floor
Screaming my heart out 

But it wasn’t for you
Even in that moment 
It was for me 
I was crying for me 

Because we never started 
So there wasn’t an end 
I’m just an echo
And you were never real 

I write poems for a boy 
Who existed so many years ago
And hope he hears me on the line 
Where I’m still whispering my secrets