He places post-its on his table
To not forget of what he’s able
And to remind himself every day
Of what he can and can not say
He places post-its on his bed
In order not to forget
To forget all of his dreams
Or atleast that’s how it seems
He places post-its on his chair
To not forget what to share
To post the things that he writes
On all those late crazy nights
He places post-its on his wall
To not forget how to fall
To not forget what to give
And not forget how to live
He places post-its on his head
In order not to forget
To forget about what he forgot
What is certainly an awful lot
He places post-its on his window
To not forget about his widow
The widow who was once his wife
Before the end of his creative life
We don’t know his cause of death
Or when he exhaled his last breath
I’ve been thinking about it for a while
I think he choked on a post-it pile
