i was under the chair
with my face
on the wood
in the cool,
i wanted to
know
forgetting

the furnace was
mumbling things
in the voice
of a dad
he wanted to give me
a chance
to undo this

the tiniest cut
on my finger
the part of a note
i had left
i needed the PA
to stop ringing

we all have regrets
that we need
to line the edge
of our path
we want to hold on
for some reason

i was under the chair
with my face
on the wood
i wanted to
know how it felt
to forget