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:

  1. 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

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