You?
Me?
Where was I,
when I was free?
I bury myself,
in over-simplistic
realities,
never bothering
to find
commonalities,
I never could
quite understand,
the way you
ignore the darkness
just beyond your
vision...
I see it,
I breathe it,
I never forget
when my grandfather
died, I spent
several hours
with him,
never bothering
to think
this was his last night...
and then
the next morning,
he was gone,
his spirit flown,
to the beyond,
and I was torn,
sadness
and love
and confusion,
bearing me down,
never begging,
never breaking,
always around,
perhaps a whisper,
a fleeting thought,
a distant memory,
an emotion wrought
in painful memory,
if only I could remember
to burn myself in
effigy,
perhaps then,
you would care,
you would remember,
but then
what does it matter,
when mortal blood
slows, muscles atrophy,
and hearts corrode....
would you remember me?
would your friends
remember you?