The Way Words Echo in Our Heads
I wish we could hear them just once,
instead of over and over.
One day, tired, I sat down on the couch
just to listen to the ringing in my ears.
My eyes are so deep-set in my head
it makes it hard to see
past the memory of lost glamour,
being born too late, living in the shadow
of a beautiful downtown turned into
a ghost town, a hollowed hulk,
and how that itself now turns into
a memory of treasures,
how when something taken for granted
is suddenly over, the pause when you take stock
and realize you’ll never have as much,
that change is always a lessening,
the wall effect, you can’t see what’s next
even though it’s supposedly obvious.
I don’t know what to say about that,
I mean, I’m just barely here.
Copyright © 2020 by James Cihlar. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 3, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.