I can’t blame them for being away,
because I don’t remember until these songs
conjure our pasts.
How each one consumes the last;
each one is Truth, passed over
and combed through thoroughly,
just to be minimized again.
Which one will last; nothing
is temporary but everything is temporal.
Yet when I hear a tune, a melody, a beat
I remember, I feel how much I’ve wasted
on those like me.
– Torrance, CA