is that time takes real moments
and throws them into a past like an
anchor that falls over you and keeps you
there in a history caking over in dust, stuck, stuck, stuck and
it keeps moving forward and you are
getting smaller in the distance and
I was speaking to you then shouting at you then
calling as loudly as I could but
I don’t know if you can hear me when I
see the dust on the leafs on a tree that is
already taller than me and
you are not here to settle me to tell me that you
hear me that you
understand that you
that everything will be okay. When my memories of you are
only memories of memories and I remember my memory of you sitting there right there but
what did you say?
and if I stand where you stood will I hear you?
and you picked up that guitar and played the intro to Metalica
and you smiled and you hugged me goodbye there
in a tshirt that i still wear but soon it will be worn and then what.
What happens to you when you are completely gone?
where will the love and the peace and the happiness you
made go? it is not Fair it is not right you should have been
thirty five tonight and this world, this world keeps turning like
its not the end of the world but
I miss you