im 95 lives
all aged to 102
gracing their graves with white roses
i wish i felt such purity
buried beneath me
yet  you can only be ****** of so many things
captioned in some other language
i still can't read

i thought i was 43
one night
after a bad dream
clinging to the regret
without any doubt
i saw it once in a movie
but you couldn't make it out

remember when i was small?
first grade; climbing trees
in my best friends backyard?
at 80 i won't remember her name
and im brimming sorrow
that a bleaker tomorrow
awaits me
like gates stretched way beyond me
with a sign too far to read