how old was i
when i learned the truth
when i learned
that i
that i could die?

i don’t remember
but i can recall
those days of youth
when death was myth
and me and mine
we were gods in cut-off jeans
that called
that called each street, each tree, each bridge and river
our own place for our own means

how old was i
when i learned the truth
when i learned
that i
that i could die?
i don’t remember
i have not the sight to see
but
somehow
i feel less human than before
and it haunts me

(For TP)