it sees you pass by

it sees you live

you don’t even notice

It extends it’s arm

so it can be touched

it grants you a breath

but you still don’t notice

It sees you age

and build things around it

but it remains

stagnant

and you still don’t notice

Until one day

you age you grow

you visit it

you grab it’s arm

and wish you were it

but it’s too late,

you’re old you fade

but it remains stagnant.

white trees all over,

edges extended on every branch

with white dust all over.

They remain static

as if to look permanently beautiful.

The sun arrives,

dust dissolves into transparent liquid

they no longer extend but only bend,

they become bare,

when the sun arrives.

dark and light,

and light and dark,

an instant apparition.

She saw a walker

shaded black

down a hall

still,

tense,

static.

Dark feeling

wheels were stiff

pulse was mute

it was death.

she saw the child sitting.

Tiled floor

red ball in hand.

Did not look up

didn’t even notice her,

did not hear

did not even blink

the child’s bare focus

was on the red ball

it seemed the world was in

front of him,

it stared back

into his big eyes reflecting the redness

of the ball

what did it mean,

she did not know.

his first night away,

she flipped through

old pictures,

listened to old songs,

read old letters.

All that he sang,

and all that he wrote.

she lied in bed thinking of him,

writing about him,

enjoying the presence of his absence.