We Remain


Like a movie
it plays in my head,
the old reel
flicking and chattering,
the images bouncing
with lines running through the center
and hairs wiggling in the corners.
My brain keeps clicking
the rewind button and then start
to run it again.
The setting never changes,
the words are the same,
sepia tone faces
lined with tears
and the ending comes
same as before.
He’s gone
and we remain.
Run it back again
my brain demands
but I can’t anymore tonight.
I force the projector off,
the film flips, flips, flips
to a stop.
He’s gone,
we remain.

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