wide eyed, I died in heaven
to wake up on your mattress
wrapped up in
some foreign
emotion like
the ocean right
at sunset’s
frozen
in time
and it’s the backdrop to my life
lifted neurosis,
I can try
to eulogize you
but to remember the sleepless nights
alone in December?
cold as the weather?
sold down the river?
I’d rather shut my eyes
than watch you fade
let you die and say goodbye and turn the page
read into new things
seeds started growing
in a garden I’d forgotten existed
flower, now-or-nevers never meant that much to me
but here without you now it seems
that I might never get to sleep
It's unfortunate that Marietta disbanded, but they couldn't have ended on a better note. As it Were is a reflection into a lot of youths' struggle with both aging and losing friends to time, and that it's okay to feel those things, even if for a little while. Halfrican Jones