The air of the past had filled my lungs

The warm sun of that one summers day shone on my face

The stars on the popcorn ceiling of my childhood home danced above me in the night

Every scar was a fresh wound

Every glance was a meaningful gaze

Then the clock rushed forward, the black hands under the clear surface spinning wildly

The green grass and blue ocean waves now ash gray

The laughter faded into the background like a song ending

And a dull and lonely silence beginning 

The voices and the smiles swayed in the distance like a hand waving its final goodbye