Under the Stairs

I'll hide under the stairs

to the back porch, listening

to the melody of the quiet waterside

asking why can't you see the horror

of waking up with amnesia in the arms

of someone who swears to be your lover -


and you won't ever have to know

how hard it is to find yourself

twice in the same year. You'll never

have to understand the pain

of hating people who love you

unconditionally and have for many years.


Don't worry,

I'll just keep sitting here

under the stairs to the back porch,

listening to nature's orchestra

trying to re-meet the memories

the accident so brutally killed.