End/Gone (Sand on Pavements)

The thought behind this piece was nothing is really solid. All our memories are unique and when we die the memories die too. Almost like nothing in life really happened.



Everything has gone,
all that life
that never was
has gone.
Places past
that were worn on sleeves
but never were,
have gone.
Childhood summers
of peaches and cafe arcades
which never were,
all gone.
Everything that never was
gone to meet its End...

@Steven Francis poems 2009