all that’s really left
…
it’s not about getting famous,
being discovered,
or getting someone to know my name
it’s not about practice
or process,
revenge or catharsis
it’s talking, convening
with the spirit —
the ever-diminishing voice
reaching out for something
my hand can never grasp —
the lost soul in you
it’s tracing my thoughts
in the sky
with wandering and weary eyes
having little time to ask
or even consider the why of it all
but if I had to give a reason,
I guess it’s you
it’s a hope that part of you remembers me —
the real me
and I know you will seek out these words
someday…
you’ll find them and you’ll come to know me
again,
in some distant way
and though in many ways it’s not enough,
it’s all that’s really left
Franco Amati 2021
Thank you to Roma Kaiuk — city scenes at the periphery of perception, sort of like what our eyes see when we’re not really looking. Perfect.
