Words left behind

Words left behind
are what I hope to bring.

Maybe it will be my legacy.

Maybe it is my arrogant conceit.

Whatever it is
Whatever it will be

It is what is now
I can not help but do.

I've gone from hiding them in the dark damp mold
to
shoving them in the face of anyone that dared to turn eye and look

Long after I'm dead and gone
(and maybe even, but hopefully not forgotten)

Loving the lavish grasp that is my fathers arms

I wont think of the words that were left behind.

I will have long forgotten the hope they were to bring.


Christopher F. Brown 2010