for the time when i forgot

when you go it will be sparrows all around you. the house will smell like summer as you fall down and into the train where you will be next to the girl with glitter on her face.

you won't know how to talk but you will remember what it feels to have poetry. you will still have the dust from your youth. maybe the rust on your guitar case latches will be gone.

everything is timing. now there's a pain in your arm and something is wrong in your stomach all at once. you can't stay dizzy all the time, can you? maybe you're just too sad to know where you were when you were walking up and down those small brown streets and your dreams lie inside the pigeon beaks that you would feed when you were trying.