So many things I should have said
So many simple spoken words that could have altered lives
Now
Time moves on in gentle, dusty swirls
Universes expand and we step moments closer to eternity
You
Have faded away
One more blurry photograph
In the stammering collage of my past.
You have become just another supernatural thought
To make the visions on my eyelids all the more tragic
Once you were held high
An ephemeral angel created for my admiration
But not even creatures divine
Can fly
On the frail wings of broken hopes
So you fell….
You were left shattered and broken
On the concrete of my mind
Then you fell so low in my regard
That your scattered bones barely existed
I am certain that my death has occurred in your thoughts
My face twisted by sharp words
My body massacred by misplaced aggression
However this apparent fact does not hold my attention
So who am I to think
That you would be troubled
That I read your obituary aloud in my dreams?