Yearbooks of Yesterday

 I fade into you, 

A memory cool and water-pooled. 

I drift deep like I wanted to. 

The scene; of how I pictured you.

Flashback, 

To the face, I never knew. 

Your hair.. it moves – you change, with mood. 

I see: like your eyes do. 

I'd be, there • for • you. 

Imagine clinching covers – knowing I'm around. 

Could you even hold me, though you're not around? 

Would you ever tell me: "Not to scream so loud!?" 

Will you even leave me just the way you've found? 

Running in circles, chairing emotions,

Forgetting who's gone – here's to the hopeful. 

See me, face down in sheets. 

Heed me, in nothing's little dream. 

Breathe me, on the other side of town. 

Leave me while standing cold and proud. 

Those scarlet birds and sparrows are in the morning songs they sing, 

Turning your lonely whispers from a tragic memory. 

Seasons come, and there goes my health.

Miserating, on how we all had left. 

Banal... Shades of life and vitals. 

Denial. Taking forms for survival. 

Revival. Nothing starts again. 

A reprisal? No. It's fatal when we're friends. 

Remembering all of those photos then, & our last goodbye, this.