Words&Dirt

Safety scissors, paper scraps,
Fleeting faces, torn up maps,
If you cut me out of this,
I’ll be friendly, you won’t miss.

Stuffed up kitties, paper skin,
All these faces look like kin,
If you say what you would like,
Loneliness will never strike.

Sunlit shadows, end of day,
Caught you thinking, go away,
If I roll you into light,
Will your feathered soul take flight?

No more games, time to go home,
Forgotten faces, left alone,
Though you sweep me off this plane,
A skein of memory yet remains.