I’d Heard, that Some of the Things Will Never Return Again

And Heard, that Many of the Things

Had Been Stored in the Freeze-Frames

This Precise Moment will be Many Years Later, from a Long Time Ago

time for the “halfway review”, isn’t it?  Not my picture…

There’s too much left over inside of the body

That easily expired, too allergic

Too used to handling what’s damaged already

Easily expired, and hyper allergenic too

The world became a standstill all of a sudden

And, would ram into the narrowed alleys of the wills

Constantly, bumping into those ancient signs in the newer intersections

Those delayed incidents, those that’s passed the stations of stopping………

Life is still calculated by the seconds

And you’d needed to train to use those overly used words and phrases

Needed to change with the seasons

The days became loose, like that t-shirt

That’s sent into the wash one too many times

You can’t, get the lost touches back again

Everything may well be the finalized movement

And, it may well, foretell a lot of future unknowns

In the afternoon of entering and exiting

Worked hard, sorted through those distant windows

Along with those, delayed time and time again dreams

How do you, back out, of each of these freeze frames

Without making a single sound?

The day’s condition is, unspecified, there’s that same old scene at hand

There would be those birds, that came and carried some things away

Some were noticed, others, weren’t

And yet, we’d, arrived, at the transferring stations

And, prepared, to understand a lot of the things we didn’t and couldn’t comprehend before

Caring about the elderly daycare programs, and, soon, everything will be spent up

And, moved on so quickly

not my comic…

From here on out, makes way to that day that’s finally here

Felt that deep nostalgia toward everything that can’t be returned, the love, and everything else

In the transparent, serene distance,

Making note of what’s already lost

Those items not yet complete, or those we’d intentionally avoided

Is that it? Or, do we, need to, wait longer?

The leaves are falling down even later now, the seasons kept adding on

To the sunrises and sunsets that kept coming…………

And, it’s a brand new photograph tomorrow

And, someone usually says, “Stand a bit closer

A little, to the right more, can you stare up ahead

And, don’t forget to smile

So, this, is how it is at midlife, you’re, half way done, and, usually, this, would be a time, for that review over the past, to see if you’d done anything you needed to make amends for, and this, like that mid-term back in school, only that the grades you made will go down in permanent ink!