Poems for Paintings

You Can't Repeat The past

 

Feeling foolish for remembering

but I just can't seem to let it go

about what happened a thousand years ago

I'm trying to forget it all

and simply just have a ball

I came here to have fun

this is all so dumb...

maybe it's a sign

but for now I'll just sit here and dine

because I've had a little too much wine

I should really drink some coffee

while I think about you and me

 

Of Corse You Can Repeat the Past, Old Sport 

 

Sitting here Like we always used to do

at our favorite restaurant here, just after two

When I would look into your eyes

and my stomach would swarm with butterflies

I would order my usual hot green tea

while you always got the black coffee

no cream, or sugar, always bitter

which is more or less how it ended

well dear, I know we've been better

which is why I will always show up here

and wait for the better life we always had planned together