Frozen in a time before this new one began.
Memories in black and white, don’t ask me why.
I can’t understand.

Glass wall, left. Sun, above. You, right.
Can’t exactly find what time I switched on my life.
Can’t go further, no matter how I seem to fight.
Recently seeing you in nightmares with my greyish sight.
Remnants of a laugh. Awake long into nights.

Oak tree, with rope swing.
Take flight.

Now, I’m 22 reading the Daily Bugle
and I see that you died and I lose control.
Start screaming!
Faded memories becoming the sole proof Life had meaning.
And yea I know that sounds conceded.
But that’s not why I’m without feeling.
Wasn’t expecting life checking in so soon with it’s dealing.


Her smile in the paper made me self-aware again because
the sun was above me and her smile was colorless.
This isn’t supposed to happen to people like me,
my age.
We are supposed to be immortal and have worlds in palms of hands.
But now I’m holding onto an image saying her death wasn’t planned.

Man, of course it wasn’t, no death ever is.
Something we forget about as adults and have no idea about as kids.
We forget to remember important people and opportunities are missed.
Then all of a sudden we stop. Someone else we know is in the obits.