For Want Of

I – I believed – memory might mirror no reflections on me.
I – I believe – that in forgetting I might set myself
free.
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught
in my throat – And then I choked.
I – I bled – I tried to hide the heart from the head.
I – I bled – in the arms of a girl I’d barely met.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters
on the ground – And then I drowned.
(And if I can’t see its for want of….)
You – You said, “I see”, if there’s nothing here than
it probably mine –
My – My turn to see if there’s nothing here it will
always be mine.
I – I’ve learned the taste of days that will always
burn.
I – I’ve learned if its in the corner of my eye I
can’t walways turn.
(And if I don’t see it’s for want of…..)