The aftermath, it’s been years and years, I wonder if she remembers, remembers at all, time grows for those who never fall, missing lives, missing faces, missing places, missing conversations, missing situations, were no dead, were not gone, cannot be read, cannot live on, because they never were, this is when I find myself again, dreaming of her.
Street Address
City, State, Zip
Phone Number
Paranoid Schizophrenic Artist/Author