the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...
I was young the day I met you,
too young to read the shadows in your grin...
If I bury you in my subconscious,
Which part of you would I forget...
Life lingers beyond our fingers
to a place of disgrace...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...
I could not fathom the notion
That you thought of me too...
I. Waking Up
it is this heavy weight i cannot shake...
Static falls like snow
Dead air radio crowds my ears...
if only i could sum it up
into a sentence or two...
After nearly three decades
I finally...
Every sunrise whispers
"You're alive...
Silence is sovereign.
All sound bows...