Tripping On Shoelaces

How hazy are the walkways
when you look back in your memory?
Can you recall the butterfly bombs
your young feet avoided?
And how about the time we spent
picking forget-me-nots
then kicking them in
As hard as we could?
Do you rememeber them?
Or maybe your new life,
and not your old life?
I remember the forget-me-nots.
You don't remember them?
Or me?
Oh.
Forgive me,
Forget me,
Knots come undone.