Solastalgia

Your face now absent
From this place
The soft footprints
That your words traced
In our minds
Fade with time
My memory warps
I’m not so sharp
Anymore
Narratives changed
Rearranged
The stories that i store
Deep down inside
From another lifetime
Another lifetime…
«He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience…»
(T.S. Eliot)
I carry no torch, no flame
I slowly turn ill and lame
But i remember you
Humanity lost so many
But my thoughts dwell
On one amidst the hell
When the world fell
Who held true
Arms to the roof
As it caved, you stayed
And we crawled free
Oh, to think you spent so much
Bracing for what couldn’t be foreseen
Wasting such time and energy
On eschatology
In the end, you went down
Anyway…