For L

Sometimes when I can't sleep,
the night terrors come. A memory
frozen in time, rigor mortis.
I try to speak, but there's a wall.

Why did you leave this world? We were
supposed to take it by storm.
Why did you leave this world? Now I
am alone, against the tides.

Sometimes when I wake up,
the dreams linger on. The present
moves forward, locomotion.
I carry your memory, through that wall.