It’s not supposed to last
But it’s not supposed to stop
So soon
So shockingly
It’s been so long now
It can be difficult to find someone to talk to
Someone who understands
I don’t want to explain it
To someone who wasn’t there
I don’t want to paint a picture
With colors that illustrate nothing
That expose nothing
Colors only visible to those
With glasses
I don’t want a watered down moment
Replacing substance
But day by day there are less
Those that feel the chasm
To have so much removed
At such an age
It’s ugly
I was…
We were…
Unprepared
To be bathed in plague
Misunderstood
Something none of us felt
Before
Now miles away
I revisit my path
And find it
Occasionally crumbling
So many voices
Gone
They should be
Here
I have washed
But cleansings
Are fragile
And repeatedly
Temporary
