Observe

Before me,
there was a man who
knew what he wanted
and took it
as if it belonged to him
and,
gave it back
after he was done with it
in case,
anyone else wanted it;

Age distorts reality
and life drains over it
like a waterfall,
hoping to reach the ground
before evaporating
into a memory;

After me,
there is nothing,
not even the man who
knew what he wanted,
only an empty
opportunity
to hold onto memories
as if
they were all
bubbles in the air.

2Jul14