There comes a time

when a thing isn’t a thing,

it’s more

much more.

When saying no

doesn’t matter.

When memories

turn into lies

and day becomes night.

There comes a time

when the tears soak through

the layers and layers of shame.

When there is no hope

and there is no joy.

When the self freezes in time.

And the burn hides the original

hidden at the bottom of the box.

The box of long lost laughter

and the wishes never granted.

There comes a time when there is no point

of ever looking forward

because the transmission locked in place

and reasons for being

never make the list.