He would climb my walls with great ambition <br /> <br />Only to fall belly first into the deep <br /> <br />Black pit of my expectations <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And some comfort I might offer him <br /> <br />From the shallow pockets of my love if only <br /> <br />I did not hate so quickly his name which embraces my tissues. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />What I do recall though so painfully is that his last name never came with him. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Call me a fool to only remember his face, <br /> <br />But I possessed just that: <br /> <br />The memory of a fool <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Used like a broken black road <br /> <br />Traveled by <br /> <br />So many men with no last names back to the women that keep them.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-memory-of-a-fool/
