Please Sleep

I find beside
a tragic addcidental
still life:
A single
anonymous pearly ear
ring, two Tylenol
fetched but never
swallowed, and a neat
pile of ashes (who
knows how old?)

What you
looked liked .What you
look like. What you will
look like.

Me and you, a
photobooth, black and white pic-
ture proof:
shamless
time happens and passes
shapelessly. And
sometimes it's so
much easier to
miss someone
before you really know them.