staring like stone over the grave of a past
a past once tresured
now mourned over
soon to be forgotten and replaced
like so many loved ones
losing friends in the blink of an eye
losing all semblance of relevance and clarity
nothing seems so certain except the lack of everything
everything but exhaustion and uncertainty
unable to move from the memories
unable to leave them dead and buried
to finally conclude that nothing would ever go back to normal
the waves would never settle
the scars would never heal on the war torn skin
if only these cold gray eyes could return to blue
maybe the light could shine through the clouds
