Tan skin glistening in the hot sun, tasting like the salty water from which you sway upon your board.

Messy wet thick hair, dark as bitter chocolate, frozen in a melted splay.

Eyes the color of an old copper penny, in thought, lost, neither here nor there.

Your old green car, I don’t even know how it’s made it this far.

Your songs on the old radio, Piano Man, Maybe I’m Amazed, You’re Just Too Good to be True.

Endless night drives, high, windows down, coasting along the shoreline, briny wind in my hair.

Hand entwined in hand, laying out in the sun on a grassy knoll against the backdrop of an old mysterious castle, innocence in our solace from the main street bustle.

And then…

You flatlined. I shut me off. I was born again into someone new.

You flatlined. My heartbeat became a poetic rendering of loss.

You flatlined. My love was buried into a hole.

You disappeared. I became entrenched with the space.

I became entrenched with the time.

I became entrenched by time.

I became anything.

Anything except the person that was

With the boy that you were.