Feel it now.
Catching up.
Nobody said a thing.
Only a brief glimpse.
Not that a memory.
Cast only in steam.
Not that I knew.
Forgotten friend.
Seven years later.
The loss of your life.
As if it mattered.
It did not.
Until now.

Nicholas Alexander's Poetry
Building books
Feel it now.
Catching up.
Nobody said a thing.
Only a brief glimpse.
Not that a memory.
Cast only in steam.
Not that I knew.
Forgotten friend.
Seven years later.
The loss of your life.
As if it mattered.
It did not.
Until now.