you swarmed my thoughts like bees
again tonight
the hive of my memory is corrupted by
lilac
and crimson
and a terrible blue
an aqua marine that won't wash out of my jeans
i wrote your name on so many things
if i set fire to them all
i would burn the whole city
but even then you swarm the very flames
i tried to bury the memory of your face in
three years of mundane remembrance
and unforgiving regret
as i drive past the baptist church
and rememebr every single thing you ever said.
