As the decades begin to feel seasonal

And birthdays come so often now

Losing track seems inevitable

There's just so much to forget

Our lives are made of so much of these

forgotten

moments

lost

Not with the sands of time

More permanent than that

Gone with the distant dreams of those not yet born

Who could never have known your name

Has a day gone by now?

Or was it a week?

What do you mean it's already been 10 years since we last spoke?

Why was our last conversation

So pointless

That we'd

never

do it

again

I'm sorry.

I thought it'd just been last week

Why am I dreaming of you

Like it's just been a week since we laughed together

About the most nothing life had to offer

And why can't I find you?

I want to know the dreams mean nothing.

That it was

all

for

nothing

How many more weeks will go by

before I can even rouse the strength to ask

how did you die?

Didn't we speak just last week?