random picture frames flash. embedding flickering moments. as i grasp for distant memories of a past. lived so carelessly. and when reflecting on departure. it's hard not to hate yourself. when you can't put the words to the face. so tell me what time has healed. because a knot still wells in my throat at the thought of you. and i keep waiting on you to wake up. separated through a heartbeat. you breathed words that hung suspended for years. and what i'd give to see that familiar face again. choking back the damp, hesitant stillness. sullen eyes slammed shut and wished upon the arising dust. spoke your father. always remember us. we won't last forever. stricken me with another tight ropewalk. and i keep waiting on you to wake up. you didn't look quite yourself amidst awkward stares and sprouting goosebumps. that rusted anchor slipped through our hands that day. and what i'd give to see that familiar face again.