Like an astronaut lost in space,

I watch as my heart and soul wash ashore.

The hills call out to me and I cry,

a song of a silent whisper.

But no one hears. No one responds.

And I am reminded again and again,

that I am alone. Forever alone. And I deserve it.

I live forever in 2006.

My soles black and my clothes tattered.

I sit, and I stare,

as my future passes right by me.

“Hello?” I hear.

I turn.

It’s her.

I float around in an endless void.

No matter how much I screamed, cried, or kicked, no one heard me.

I prayed and I begged,

I cursed and I called and called and called…

but no one came to my aid. No one.

It’s lonely. Dark. But sometimes, I see faint glimmers of light.

Enough to see my own hands and feet, but not enough to remember what they look like.

The weight crushes me. I’m flattened, but not quite.

Sometimes, I wonder how fast I’m going.

Maybe I’m going at the speed of light. Or maybe, I’ve been still for who knows how long. I’ll never know.

I have lots of time to think. It’s nice sometimes.

I think of having a family. A beautiful wife. Happy kids. Proud parents.

Sometimes, I’m in deep enough that I can almost forget where I am. But it’s never enough.

I’ll always feel the chill up my spine.

Or hear whispers of her name.

And sometimes, in those brief flashes of light, I’ll see her face.

Mine is a punishment that befits the sinner.