Names are just sequenced letters
Void of resonance, what once was
Enough to make my heart swell
Now is enough for brief recollection
Everyday faces in places I'm not
Hallways I no longer walk
Feel like dreams or visions
Of a life long gone
Grey stone houses, looping streets
Marching bands and orange bars
Holding spirits; bodies and lives
I knew long ago
Who I may have loved
And lived shared memories with
Running and hiding on winter nights
Though confined, you'd confide in me
And I was there to listen
And maybe I yearned for those moments
Years after I collected their ash
Just to remember you again
But your face is a phantom
And my face is a glass
Call you friend 'til the word's worn out
Creating something to live without
Old friends are having children
Old friends are getting married
Friends of friends are getting buried
Some in the Earth, some by time
Lost forever somewhere in the past
A mausoleum with childhood walls
Petrified bodies in photographs
And dust in it's resting place
I can't mourn it anymore
It's no longer mine to grieve
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