
There was once a last time
That we kissed
We didn’t know it then
Or we may have kissed more passionately
There was once a last time
That we danced
We didn’t know it then
Or we may have danced one more dance
There was once a last time
That…
There was once a last time
That we kissed
We didn’t know it then
Or we may have kissed more passionately
There was once a last time
That we danced
We didn’t know it then
Or we may have danced one more dance
There was once a last time
That…
My eyes dart across the ruin
Landing briefly on a shiny object here
A glitter there
Fools gold
A mirage
Just embers
Of a wild burn
Pieces of a life
That is no more
Random memories
Disjointed and meaningless
Without the golden threads that link them together in a narrative that makes sense
Broken pieces
That don’t fit together
Shining…
And just like that
The life you knew
Becomes
The life you had known
What you know for sure
Becomes
What you question
What you love
Becomes
What you fear
What you never think about
Becomes
Your daily companion
What you take for granted
Becomes
The loss you mourn
Just
…
Writer and university professor researching media psych, generational studies, human and animal rights, and the intersection of art and psychology