I thought about the reality of time,
that I existed well beyond the scope of you,
though I remember you,
will never ever forget the beauty
I wonder if my being safe
should have been the hardship I have
made it out to be,
allowed myself to not be free,
become the latter part of we,
when truly you left.
Now the world is an active place,
when then we could dial a friend,
now we simply punch a letter or two,
and the connection is immediate
you’d be surprised
about a few of our innovations.
Yet, the one we missed,
that mortality thing,
even when not planned you disappeared
left me holding onto memory,
today perhaps I’m still holding on,
not memory so much as tragedy.
The other day,
some kids were flying across the ice,
an SUV with open tailgate
laughter I could hear it,
as I slid through the intersection,
the one they’d just passed,
on ropes and challenges.
I stopped in the middle of the road,
went up to the boys
yelled for what seemed more time
than the impact you created
when you lost your life
skitching across the road.
I wonder some time,
if you might let me know,
if did the right thing
by not letting go.