Something about waiting
for the already never
going to happen
brings unknown lost
moments to surface
how to reconcile
that person in a photograph
only existed for the light
it takes to capture
as much and then longer
a box disarrayed
decades splayed
now consolidated
in solid air
these leaves leaving us
stationary just a second
a blink mistaken
faces us frozen
not yet ever again
accumulating wait
the call a silence
at the other end
of the line stillness
a witness to
the face glancing
behind my eyes
who I remember
will be going
to be nothing
lost so long as
remembrance
remembers us
not yet
Joshua Keiter 