Death to Me

Death to Me

Back to the way it was

No worries or cares, just dreams and space

Back to the way we were

When I was young and we were always together

Present: a soft blow)

(Future hits hard

And I coalesce, coag–

ulate

Memory presents

one-sided– stiffening,

hide behind what I recall

The truth of bias unearthed

Imagination, fleets

leaves falling to– die

A twisting dance to the tune: what if

“Lady Writing a Letter with Her Maid” by Johannes Vermeer courtesy of http://www.essentialvermeer.com/catalogue_xl/xl_beit.html#.XGMw4S3MxQJ