There's a memory I've buried deep,
That hearing you somehow unlocked last week,
I went home and played you on repeat,
“And I can't tell you why,”
Eyes brim and break with every note,
Choked by your haunting melody,
You mean everything to me,
“And I can't tell you why”,
My heart knows you – was there history?
Caught in a mystery and I can't walk away,
“Something makes me turn around and stay,”
“And I can't tell you why.”
Lie and wipe the slate clean,
Let me sing without pain,
And reminisce without rain,
Or re-bury the memory,
“We make it harder than it has to be,”
“And I can't tell you why.”
About the Creator
Tamesha Morris
I am a Denver-based poet and storyteller whose work rewires the myths America tells about itself. My writing lives at the intersection of racism, truth and political critique, blending humor and unsettling imagery.
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