YOUTH WASTED ON THE YOUNG BUT NOTALGIA IS THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.

Pascha

From my bed
I watched the moon
Stumble through the night
Into the morning, hungover

In a bottle of wine
I myself was drowning
Not saving myself
But praying to be saved, by her

I played our favorite song
On repeat
The illusion of timelessness
Is heaven on earth

She wrote in her diary
“Thank you”
Keeping the rest a secret
Anxious like a mother dying to give birth

From my kitchen table
I watched the sun
Skip through the day
Into the evening, joyful

In a cup of coffee
I myself was content
Not thinking of the future
But living in the present, mindful

I watched our favorite film
Falling asleep
The transition from thought to dreams
Is an act of divine mercy

She wrote in her diary
“Thank you”
Leaving the book open
So I could read it, eventually

From halfway around the world
We made a connection
Bridging the gap
Between space and time

Like naked wires
We ourselves were taken by surprise
Feeling what the other was feeling
Fearing it was only happening inside

With love
All things are possible
Trampling death by death
Bestowing life

She wrote in her diary
“Thank you”
I closed my eyes
And said “Good night”



1 May 2019
11:45 AM