Gone.
Impossible to comprehend.
As is always so
When it holds any merit.
Impossible to recall
Without a pain...
A pain that twists one's bowels
Into knots no a soldier's manual
Will ever detail.
A pain that awakens a drunken slumber
So tears may flow.
A pain that extinguishes all light,
All color, all meaning
In the one time beauty of a sunset.
A pain that questions, probes, jabs
With the threatening of "why" and "how"...
And when can i die so as to live again?
A visiting of every reminder not yet burned,
for the seconds of curiousity in how
The love is living,
Visited by the racking pain of the present.
Always the present.
Never the past.
Never the past.
Never the past.