The streets had a smell of dust.
\nHouses remained unpainted.
\nThe bay still had sunfish
\nand the world\u2019s crimes were faraway.
\nHe died so long ago.
\nTime takes a toll.
\nEven love crumbles through the years.
\nI tremble.
\nI want to make amends.
\nI want things I kept,
\nput in his hands.
\nI want tears I caused,
\nto be mine.
\nI want time denied, to be granted.
\nHe could not hear,
\nrather the world was a whisper,
\nbut he spoke from that silence,
\nand few ever knew.<\/p>\n
The youngest, among the seven,
\na fragile mind,
\nyet a wit survived,
\na sense of the comic,
\nhumor,
\nin the sagas of unhumorous lives.
\nHe denied his destiny.
\nHe saw fate as a stone
\nsignifying nothing.
\nI loved him and ignored him.
\nHe stayed where he was.
\nHe went to a room inside himself,
\ntime passing,
\nlaughed when I visited,
\nand finally with a weakened heart,
\nhe died,
\nhis rainbow fallen, where little
\nSharon lies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The streets had a smell of dust. Houses remained unpainted. The bay still had sunfish and the world\u2019s crimes were faraway. He died so long…<\/p>\n