Monday, June 27, 2011

More Than a Year Ago


Do I know more
than I did a year ago?

It feels as though I should.
It feels as though I do.

But I can't be sure how much
I've left behind since then.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Love Poem

The sickness entered
My body like a poison,
Like someone I once loved.
We live by incremental
Forgetting. Memory
Is a terrible disease.

[Disposable Poem June 28, 2011]
Dr, Mike