sit under the oak
so quiet I can hear the shadows move
time stands just outside
and I cannot leave
can I have one last glimpse
before I become shattered
words break the fragile
illusions of confidence
motion pictures far removed
this life is
ill pick up my pieces
and forget for today
blurs of gray
it's all gone before you know it
the trip was short
my memory is absent
except for your face
ingrained in my eyes
your heart
ingrained in mine