It’s the same exact spot
Where it happened.
Walking past it everyday
I cannot help but imagine
Another way it could have gone.
The crashing is silenced.
I arrive at my house and it is silent.
That day, that spot
Haunts me and it’s not gone
From my thoughts, but what happened
Is only a figment of my imagination?
And so I begin to write everyday.
The first day was the hardest but everyday
It gets easier until my brain is silenced
And emptied. I can no longer imagine
A memory, now only a spot
In the past, like it never happened
Like it’s almost gone.
Yet, the feeling isn’t gone.
I still feel it deep in my soul everyday
Sneaking up, like it just happened.
And the emotion cannot be silenced.
So I return to this deadly spot
To sit, breathe, and imagine
That it is a lovely place. Imagine
That the burn and sour taste is gone.
I leave my thought letters in the spot
And visit them every day.
Now the pounding has been silenced
By what surrounds the place that it happened.
I believe that what happened
Will be stopped again by others imagination.
By a release of the silence.
We will create and then gone
Will be the crushing pain everyday
Found in each and every spot.
In my spot I no longer see what happened
I see a silenced pain as I walk by everyday
And I imagine that all the world’s pain will soon be gone.