A photo

A song

A memory

What are they now

To me?

Just

Echoes

Of a

Life once lived

Too far

Away

To see.

Not even

Sure

If I was

There

Except

That I

Remember

And pieces

Of us

Linger here

Somehow

They seem

Off-center

Why was I once

So hurt

And yet today

I’m feeling

Fine

Like

Waking

From a

Frightening

Dream

Amazed

At the

Storyline

I

Died

A

Dreadful

Death

But then

I was

Brought back

To

Life

Imagine

Me

A

Solitary

Soul

As your

Disconsolate

Wife

What was

I

Thinking

When

My mind

Composed

This

Impromptu

Scene

One where

Somehow

We’re

Meant

To be…

Thank Yah

He

Intervened.

I’d

Hoped

To

Find

Sweeter

Words

To say

Like,

“Us

Apart?

A crime!”

But

I find

Those words

Escaping

Me…

My

Wounds

Are

Thanking

Time.