You read the book from cover to cover

You’d heard the words

But not in that order

Who knows what they mean?

It’s unknowable

You can’t understand it

And why that way?

Let’s be enigmatic

And stand for what you want us to

Selling blank canvases with titles and provenance

Let’s be profound and say nothing

You have a memory

But it's kind of sketchy

It comes in fragments

You think may have happened

But then who’s to say?

It’s unreliable

You cannot rely on it

The found letter

Beautiful words

Enough to hold onto

God, she was in love with you

Who was she anyway?

Nothing’s as it seems at the time

The memories are made and pulled out of the air

By the same addled minds that are telling you stories

She doesn’t remember you either

You dress yourself in sack cloth and ashes

Saying, oh I’m so ineffectual

But what if you got a reaction while your head was down?

What does it really mean to take responsibility?

Does it mean it’s your turn to jump off the bridge?

Do you have to reexamine everything that you did?

Breathe the air in the room you locked yourself in

While the picture sits there saying nothing