one by one
Take these bricks down, One by one. Go slow, Until you can see inside. You will find A worn and weathered branch, Holding the place, For something I hope To be returned. Hanging, At varying lengths, Twine to connect Pictures of memories I remember to forget, And hope to replace. As a wind blows through, These knots tied loosely, Purposefully to unwind. Watch them blow away, Following the guest, Absent by nature, But its place will Be held— As to perhaps Tie these knots, With a purpose In which it will not Forget to remember.
