Numbers


Your name was spoken at the dawn of a Memphis summer.
It was spoken so delicately
as if it was made of glass.
There was education in expiration.
Vitality was a subject never studied.
Why were we troubled with equations and fictional stories
rather than learning of our inevitable mortality?
Rapid eye movement created a vision of you in my slumber.
Luster emerged from your smile.
Words were not needed for me to understand
the statement the sun was making.
Even if you are not here,
your soul is bursting in color infinitely.
Your energy is looming among the hazy eyes
that witnessed closing time.
Your heart revealed that love should not be overlooked
no matter the degree of occurrences.
My eyes will never be shut.
My ears will always tune in to the beating hearts that surround me.
From your viewpoint,
I hope you can see how limited we are,
but what is within us is vast enough to keep us alive
even when we remain unseen.

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