SCI-FI/FANTASY Poem: Lament II, by Eric Merriweather

The words I cannot find
Are remnants
Lost to
Stopwatches and pocket pieces
They echo the sound of you’s and I’s
Their timber—
Tinnitus that lingers
On drums
Beating unpredictable beats per
Moment
Momentarily
Eternal

What is forever
When people are so fickle?
Or when tears tickle
Chins
Falling onto cotton blends
Only to disappear—
Hidden near the place it all started
The words were never there
Or were they?
Or are they?
— On days where candles facilitate
Wishes
A breath and a sigh
An “I love you”
To an empty sky
And a dust-covered passenger seat
— Hope
Was one of the words
I couldn’t remember

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