reflection
Jul 3rd, 2009 by Ashley
death does strange things to people
like life
the tearing pain, the scream, and the mess
when was the last time he’d crossed your mind?
hiding in the dusty dark corner
fading away into non-existence
you’d ignored him for so long
and now everything he did is important again
you’re reminded how much he had influenced you
how much of your being is defined by him
every little thing recounted
good ones magnified, bad ones forgotten
exploit him as much as you can
now that no one can stop us now
and the way you talked about him almost make me cry
like he was the most wonderful person I’d never known
what would he think then?
I don’t think he’d care
but I do
not that I’m buying all the things they say about him
it’s just not right yet so human
no I won’t ask that futile question