Bummer and Zommer

Diseased thoughts
can infect sound mind.
Final solutions
of a kindred kind.
A patient prison,
a place where numb grows
and time slows.
A place where breath is a clock,
your constant reminder,
numbered thoughts
of a life once kinder.

Fate insisted.
Persisted.
Slipping below a safety net.
Grip weakened to grip lost.
Alarm sounding with a call;
gravity is reality,
like flies we fall.
Leaving it at ‘I love you’s’
through what lacked,
wheeled out
entrance to a known pact.
Travel to what was,
to what needed to be.
Epiphany just too late.
Requiem for another
casualty of fate.

Masses gather to remember,
some work to forget
the silence made final.
A statement,
a warning in red.
No message more meaningful
than one written in blood.
Some can’t see the forest,
they’re blinded by trees,
but where love lies,
fear sits,
and can bring the cherished to their knees.
Remember where you were
when the few have fallen.
Mind the journey,
not the last dance,
and let them waltz
above us,
a storybook romance.