mems.

i remember the dusted couch
And the warm summer air
that brought me the news.

I remember the city lights
we passed that gave me hope.


I'll always remember
these cinderblock walls that
caged in my pain as you built your own.

i'm standing outside of those walls,
and i remember that
i've knocked them down once.
You promptly built them up taller,

so i wait, i break and
I remember