19/30

Any time your name comes to mind

I always hear

the same song in my head.

It twists my memories

into something more obscure

and as your name

cuts itself into me

I feel more like a witness,

someone taking notes

just so they remember the only person

they’ve ever known.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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