Tell Me Why

Who can tell me the name of all my lost things
things so small not worth remembering
like  coins gone through a hole pocket
given by mother father to buy 
the sweet things of life 


back then my ignorance was eternal
my world my own private thoughts 
not ready for the mourners 
hymning their dead 
 
all the walking apart from me with 
bowed heads  black questioning
their grief dissolving back 
into me the names
I love the most

leaving my soul a little lighter
leaving memories
I see everyday 
but can’t say

My teachers are dead
It doesn’t matter
I never listened 
anyway 

The lessons of  my tomorrows 
will be written with 
my dreams
my lies