Importance

Importance

I am an old photograph

In a closet

Passed around electric

Torn upon the floor

In an old building

Filed in a discarded book

That slowly decays

Nothing can bring me

Back to life

By the time

You see me

Everyone will have forgotten

The way I laughed

The sound of my voice

The list of my loves

Or what I'd eat for breakfast

I wrote this already dead

My bones became dust

When the title was written

I'm sorry I can't touch you

Or caress your skin

With my rough lips

As we share our beds

I neither care about

Or listen to news

On the radio

In a video

I am not heard

I am not seen

I claim no grave

Nor space in the minds

Of my descendants

My dreams are all black

Printed on failed atoms

Split for new stars

Come here now

I call for you

Be nothing today

Evaporate into meaninglessness

We will be happy together

Barry G. Wick