He was born when I was 28.
The monsters of pain took him in his 21st.
I was in my 49th.
Today, he would be in his 28th. I am in my 56th.
7 years ago, this night was his last in this house.
I am here tonight. Sleeping in his room.
7 years it takes for all my cells to be replaced.
7 chakras. 7 cycles.
7 colors. 7 musical notes.
7 days clumped into a week.
A bunch of random dates. Time as a thing.
Not straight. A mirage.
An illusion. A thought.
A future forgot.
Grow. Mature. Flower. See.
A constellation upon which I sit as fully me.
Push through the glass wall of Time. Release.
Rise and fall