Collage

The frame of my uncovered bed
Put scrapes upon my knees;
The falling of my basement walls
Injured above my eyes.

Although I didn't need or read it,
I stole a book from you,
When nothing was but memories
That book alone carried your hue.

The ache of something summer took
As August dried the grass
Would soon remind me of the ways
I'd let a lifetime pass.

The way some mornings made me feel
As light was true and pure;
The depths of some diurnal night,
Eternally disturbed.

I hang a collage upon my room
To listen to what's sung
Before and let the patterns show
Me what's to come.

Topic: College
Date: August 18