you'll see fragments of them everywhere.
their names will be mentioned in movies and tv shows
you'll see someone that looked like one of them
maybe memories will haunt you like an undead grave
or maybe one that never existed
a coffin never buried
nothing left to bury
burned to ashes.
and maybe from a different point of view
i am still mourning
but from an inside man, i can tell you
i can tell you
i am closer to acceptance than i have ever been
and a part of it scares me
because
what if i forgot them?
no. no.
what if i forget them?
no, that is impossible.
yes, i am right.
that is truly impossible.
your names may be forgotten in a thousand years
and mine will not once ever have been mentioned
but that's okay
because i will never forget you
not a single one of you
your smiles and your tears
your losses
but your gains
and maybe even your children
a millennia may go by
a new lifetime later
but i will never forget their names
never forget their faces
never forget their voices
their fucking body language
the way they fucking walked
their personalities
the heroes.
no, the family.
the heroes.
the children borne from the ashes of a former government
we are alive and well
and we are here to say,
"you will not push us away
we will fight for freedom till our last dying breath
and it will reverberate against the sides of our rib cages,
swarm around in our lungs,
maybe buzz us to death
and it will read,
hope."
and as the world ends and they go up in flames
as their ashes are dragged across the flat plain that used to hold a beach within it
the world will sigh and say,
"they were one of the good ones."
the world will sigh and say,
"welcome home."
it is the children of tomorrow that give us hope
the children of tomorrow
that bring us light
maybe one day we will not have to train our kids for war
maybe one day they will grow up safe
happy
so blissfully unaware of the potential dangers that hell could have wrought upon them
one day our children will wake up to a new dawn
and not a sky
covered in smoke
the smoke of a thousand bombs and burning bodies
the tears of lost loved ones diminishing the embers
maybe one day our kids will bring light from around them
and have to bring light from within them
we have to send her away
children sent away
photographs never taken of parents' faced forever stained in agony
wishing they could watch their kids grow up
but cannot
because it is not safe for her here.
we have to send her away
it is not safe for her here.
deja vu
deja vu and deja vu and deja vu and deja vu
i thought...
no
nevermind.
that one day is now.
our kids grow up running around the starships painting the constellations onto the insides of their bunks
life imitates art
art imitates life
they will learn the constellations not in fear of having to learn to read star maps or fly a jet but because i need to change certain words in not to give things away—
it is okay
with tears running down my face and blood falling off my lips
it is okay
maybe not good
maybe not great
but okay.
and okay
and okay
for once
is finally
enough.
i loved you
and i love you
and i will always love you
i love you.
i do not need nor want credit
no matter- no.
gods what can i say what can i say what can i say what can i say
maybe not good
maybe not great
but okay.
you never broke your promise
but i broke mine.
