He loved when roosters,

Sang at sunrise.

The memory of his smile, ...

Life’s imprints,

Smeared everywhere.

Holes, ...

Gliding along unfelt,

Like blood through veins.

Turbulence, ...

Looking up,

I see darkness, and

Hardness. ...

The core is dark.

Decay has begun.

Still, ...

Sometimes it burns inside,

But I can’t feel.

A part well known. ...

Surrounded,

By hardness.

Trying to find,...

He’s flying with them now.

Looking down,

Smiling at the journey, ...

Sometimes,

The world looks plentiful.

Abundance, ...

Soon it’ll be like this.

Empty.

Frozen. ...

Pieces of a whole,

Placed together,

Seamlessly. ...

Look at me.

Strong, solid, intact.

You have nothing about you. ...

Autumn.

Time to harvest.

When the sun’s still out. ...

Sometimes,

Slippery stones appear,

From nowhere. ...

He’s waiting.

For winter to come.

Soon it’ll be time. ...

Seconds.

Stuck in time.

It’s still 19:18. ...

Staring at the world.

Eyes that sense.

Expression that speaks. ...

Red,

Pleases the eye.

Pink, ...

Colorful tiles,

Camouflaging,

The stark cold feel, ...

Cool and breezy.

Summer’s waning days.

Flying fish, ...