books to forget my sweetheart

today, old leather bound books remain in a stack
I’ll gently replace the dusty portraits of dead generations
one day I’ll paint the shelves and put them carefully back
projects for tomorrow’s dreams and other aberrations

I’ll gently replace the dusty portraits of dead generations
quiet ghosts which often remind me of my fragile life
projects for tomorrow’s dreams and other aberrations
no, there is no longer here a sentiment of strife

quiet ghosts which often remind me of my fragile life
the champagne bubbles over with tears of brass
no, there is no longer here a sentiment of strife
impossible to pour a broken heart into a crystal glass

the champagne bubbles over with tears of brass
staining that box of letters from my only sweetheart
impossible to pour a broken heart into a crystal glass
I have never forgotten how life toiled to keep us apart

staining that box of letters from my only sweetheart
today the music is a jazzy soul singer’s blues
I have never forgotten how life toiled to keep us apart
I stopped crying years ago, there was never any news

today the music is a jazzy soul singer’s blues
unthinking now, I build myself a comfortable cage
I stopped crying years ago, there was never any news
no, I have learned nothing about becoming a sage

unthinking now, I build myself a comfortable cage
one day I’ll paint the shelves and put them carefully back
no, I have learned nothing about becoming a sage
today, old leather bound books remain in a stack

books to forget my sweetheart
[2007.1.12…b]
A Pantoum