Remembering Nothing at All

By Melanie Lillian Ackermann

I sit here on the patio
wandering why I 'm
here if a dent would
be made if I was gone

I stare at the sky and
think how small I am
and maybe I could
be something

My thoughts are silenced
by a jasmine smelling
breeze I breath I
just breath.

AN—Take note I was only 12 or 13 when I wrote this so quality may be somewhat laking.