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
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