I'm lost...

Not knowing quite where to begin.

I have seen the joy in this sadness

Which surrounds me.

Is this the closure we seek?

The last great cry of a dying soul?

Ah, but the dreams have no control;

They simply float by

Telling stories that we want to hear,

Showing us the images of what could have been,

What was,

And what will never be.

Oh the years are cold;

Time laughing,

Pushing us down this awkward path.

Towards an unmarked end

That springs upon us;

Striking as the serpent in a dense jungle.

So this is closure?

No,

Just the light dancing off an old picture;

an old recording pining over a lost love.

Closure is for stories and movies,

and although I seek it;

I will have to learn to live

With the flash of light off of this frame,

and my own voice calling through the speakers;

My lament at the words I never said

To you

Before your own serpent struck.