Four years elapsed,
Since the world collapsed,
And I still can’t delete it,
Delete it from my head.
The concrete impaction,
One solitary action,
From able to chained,
Chained to his deathbed.
And I’m disturbed by the memories,
Sad for the suffering–
For his suffering,
For their suffering,
For the collective rippling of suffering…
Tragedy inspires, I’m told,
But its message is lost upon me,
Blurred in darkness,
A stop-motion picture,
Haunting me, frame by frame.
Homing in on this harrowing loss,
I find my focus will never sharpen,
Just like he will never come back,
And so, I’m left fixating on that which
I can neither fully remember nor fail to forget.