empty galaxies

i'm looking through the boxes shoved in the corner of the attic

and i come across an old one marked random,

doesn't look like anyone's been through it,

but I start...

and i find that photograph;

the one that you had taped to your wall;

the one i'd stare at when we lay in your bed;

the one that i thought was left behind.

we all look so young, 

like we could conquer the whole world,

running through the salty sand like we owned it

and smiling because we were happy back then.

your lips brush my cheek, and i can still

feel them there, time after time,

even though i know our soft fingers interlocked

didn't mean a single thing to us.

(but maybe it did for me)

violet is riding on your back and she's laughing

at something that hal had said, her voice raspy,

but i can't remember the jokes we made

back then, they were all insensitive. 

and you:

you're the light of everything, 

the sun we all revolved around,

and when you left us all behind...

i think that's when remembering wasn't fun anymore.