ha lo

where did the day drip to

when i was once in

so many strangers’ photos

by accident

laughing with the waves

beside a family at the beach

or as a grain in the dark distance

against the embrace of two lovers

or with you

who wondered

how many people thought of you

when they saw a certain colour

or sang a song

or spoke of some awesome story

you have forgotten

in which you were a part of

the main part

the one who fought off the evil of

communism or capitalism or sadness or happiness

or me

who wondered

how many people thought of you

when i’d come neatly like night

with only the memories of memories

and the shape of all things

that fades

is fading

has faded

even in the remaining

photographs of your sun

how strange they look

now

when you are blind

to this