The half-way marker of life, translated…
I’d Heard, that Some of the Things Will Never Return Again
And Heard, that Many of the Things
Had Been Stored in the Freeze-Frames
This Precise Moment will be Many Years Later, from a Long Time Ago
There’s too much left over inside of the body
That easily expired, too allergic
Too used to handling what’s damaged already
Easily expired, and hyper allergenic too
The world became a standstill all of a sudden
And, would ram into the narrowed alleys of the wills
Constantly, bumping into those ancient signs in the newer intersections
Those delayed incidents, those that’s passed the stations of stopping………
Life is still calculated by the seconds
And you’d needed to train to use those overly used words and phrases
Needed to change with the seasons
The days became loose, like that t-shirt
That’s sent into the wash one too many times
You can’t, get the lost touches back again
Everything may well be the finalized movement
And, it may well, foretell a lot of future unknowns
In the afternoon of entering and exiting
Worked hard, sorted through those distant windows
Along with those, delayed time and time again dreams
How do you, back out, of each of these freeze frames
Without making a single sound?
The day’s condition is, unspecified, there’s that same old scene at hand
There would be those birds, that came and carried some things away
Some were noticed, others, weren’t
And yet, we’d, arrived, at the transferring stations
And, prepared, to understand a lot of the things we didn’t and couldn’t comprehend before
Caring about the elderly daycare programs, and, soon, everything will be spent up
And, moved on so quickly
From here on out, makes way to that day that’s finally here
Felt that deep nostalgia toward everything that can’t be returned, the love, and everything else
In the transparent, serene distance,
Making note of what’s already lost
Those items not yet complete, or those we’d intentionally avoided
Is that it? Or, do we, need to, wait longer?
The leaves are falling down even later now, the seasons kept adding on
To the sunrises and sunsets that kept coming…………
And, it’s a brand new photograph tomorrow
And, someone usually says, “Stand a bit closer
A little, to the right more, can you stare up ahead
And, don’t forget to smile
So, this, is how it is at midlife, you’re, half way done, and, usually, this, would be a time, for that review over the past, to see if you’d done anything you needed to make amends for, and this, like that mid-term back in school, only that the grades you made will go down in permanent ink!