Wednesday, April 09, 2008

• Jesse, I think of me.

  Currently Reading Lasher (Lives of the Mayfair Witches) By Anne Rice see related

  I saw your face today
  It gave me quite the shock
  Although why it did, i'm not sure
  Your mother was chatting away
  while I stood there and stared
  twitching
  my throat, my eye, the corner of my mouth
  Don't worry, she didn't see it.
  I had my back to her.
  She thought I was perusing the photos on the wall
  The ones when you were little
  posed like a cowboy or little gentlmen
  or even the one of you at 16 in your three piece suit.
  That sort of fakery never phases me
  I never equate those photos with you.
  It was your old ID badge that got to me.
  Your mother had jammed it into the corner of one frame,
  and from it you stared at me
  looking the way you did the day before you died.
  You don't know it, and you never could have guessed,
  but your death weighs on me sometimes.
  Not because I knew you well, or because I miss you,
  but because it makes me think of myself.
  I'll never deny that I'm egocentric.
  If I put my life on the timeline of yours,
  I only have six years left,
  and if i die when I'm 26, as you did,
  I know I'll not be remembered as you are.
  You spent those short years carving your name in stone,
  and here I sit, drawing mine in the snow.

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