Stuff and Things

Stuff and Things

tattered pages

in this old room

of memories

written out on

pages you will

never read

on a subway car

going home

thoughts come and go

like faded lipstick stains

though things been

playing in the back of heads

it’s been a stretched path

with raw corners

and dead ends

meet again

with things that are

long gone past

catching time

through the hourglass

the wrong hours

the wrong minutes

the wrong places

missed by seconds

and all that’s

in my head is

why am i here

to begin with

you ask what’s

on my mind

and all i can say

is stuff and things

(C) S. Lynette, 2023