Distant Memory

By:  Stevie Rosales

Poetry, 2017


It sits in the corner.
It doesn’t touch anything;
Nothing touches It.
But It watches.
It watches new ones be made;
Old ones be forgotten;
Sad ones pushed aside;
Happy ones being retold
Time and
Time and
Time again.
It doesn’t say anything.
Makes no comments;
Makes no movement.
But It watches.
It waits.
Waits for someone to notice;
Waits until It is forgotten completely,
It watches.
It doesn’t make a move;
Doesn’t stir or cause commotion.
It sits in the corner,
And It watches.