DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, they say you watch your life's movie tape within seven minutes of death in a dream sequence--until then:>

missed like a petal snatched from a pollen
like fingertips awaying a piano's key in time stolen
like the crescent's dimmed half
like the rise of a dream and awoken stance
like a back's ache from a pen's hold and bled
like the burden on my wrist
and the heart's silenced beat in time twist
like when that will never be an again
for the seventh minute we meet in my brain so-----until then
                                                                                            ------ravenfeels