I remember days
when the air was so thick with lies and emotion
that it was hard to breathe
much less think.
Those were the days of summer nights
when rubber bands could never break
less the world come crashing down
and unknown disasters would annihilate me.
Those were the days of winter cold
and how the first heartbreak cracked like ice.
I just knew I would die.
Those were the days of visions,
artificial or otherwise.
It’s so easy to lose track
when you have no mind.
Those were the days of love,
as best I could perceive.
A ghost, an imperfect shadow
of what could possibly be.
Those were the days of dreams;
so elusive, so enticing.
Now realized and never lost.
we live for eternity.
© 2015 Stephen Boothe