2016

A non-swimmer in the shallow

Envious as you ripple through

Grey green waves, emerging

At the other end.

You remember her as someone full of life.
Two years. That's your memory of her.
Three words.

Full of life.

The words shrivel.
Fruit estranged from tree
On a hot day.

Notes

We are a tired bunch, caught in this habit of being bored and lazy all the time. We are the same everyday. Nothing new happens. Because our prides have been by hurt by better people and countless self-realisations. And so, we exist, incapable of being surprised, shocked, touched, inspired by anything as our innards are clogged with our sad, hurt, self-loathing, foolish prides.