The moments passed in a blink
years in the making before I rest
as the decades draw to an end
denying more than they give

leaving landmarks to a cause
I did not embrace in my time
except to wonder if I missed
something more than youthful bliss

attraction becomes the constant taunt
after use has been dispersed
in the flash of a life’s span
memories linger when all is lost

those quiet prayers are all that’s left
internal screams that none hear
forever shared with the ghosts
the only ones that dwell outside

perhaps they’ll listen and then reply
while I stand with sad resolve
with a knowledge that few deserve
watching decades as they dissolve.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181021.