Nikos

Once again, my mind wanders to you…. My heart becomes hardened, I repress the kiss that tries to retract the emotional turmoil death has shed upon me. Upon me? So selfish, aren’t I? I miss knowing you are alive.
La-da-dah……. I try to make comfort in the southern in my cup, but things are never as they were and will never be the same without you. The asshole stare behind the Guicci glasses talking smack back and forth with me… The laughs, the frowns, the tears that always remained near, now have been shed over your death. Are you still there? Are you there swarmed around the grounds you lay? Are you all around me? All around us? Your friends who weep for your death? Do you remember us where you are? Do you remember her? I wonder and wonder and ponder and ponder…. What is it, where are you? What is to be felt and what we should let go of feeling… It’s all a collage, pictures of you and I, and them. Him and her, she and them, you… you alone, you alone in your room....
Boom- you’re gone.