Without Others - Spiral

One hot afternoon beneath the scorching sun

a small puddle in his rotten garden reveals

the corner of an unused safe and deep within

lies a lost hope for a lonely old scientist who

has forgotten his art but he remembers

his daughter’s small hand.

Birds whistle in summer’s new foliage.

stray dogs lap up rain puddles in the road.

and his heart beats fast

with the promise of rebirth.

now the houses are unstable

so he has to build his own.

And the food is all gone

but the ground can produce.

And he remembers every piece

of food he ever threw away.

And he’s haunted by all the

clothing he used to ignore.

And slowly, day after day,

he begins to hate who he was.

And he can never go home.

And she’s gone forever.

And he can’t refuse

this new life he’s been given.

but his eyes are open

to every small change.

And his heart it breaks

with every passing day.

And he can’t help

but to wonder aloud

if this punishment

has gone too far.

And without others

he can’t quite tell

if he’s really here

or if this is all something

he’s imagined.

And he’s forced to eat old memories

and lick his greasy fingers.

And every morsel is so empty

and his stomach grumbles

after every bite.

But his heart fills,

drop by drop,

as he relives his old life.

But deep within the decayed old safe

he finds a sealed container

that holds the blueprint of the life

he created and later destroyed.