The Way Words Echo in Our Heads

I wish we could hear them just once,

instead of over and over.

One day, tired, I sat down on the couch

just to listen to the ringing in my ears.

My eyes are so deep-set in my head

it makes it hard to see

past the memory of lost glamour,

being born too late, living in the shadow

of a beautiful downtown turned into

a ghost town, a hollowed hulk,

and how that itself now turns into

a memory of treasures,

how when something taken for granted

is suddenly over, the pause when you take stock

and realize you’ll never have as much,

that change is always a lessening,

the wall effect, you can’t see what’s next

even though it’s supposedly obvious.

I don’t know what to say about that,

I mean, I’m just barely