“It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything

So very deeply.” David Jones wrote,

He had walked the world so long ago,

Listening to the remembered voices of the past.

Within the green walls of the pine trees

Light ornaments the abundant blanket of needles.

Nothing will grow through the acidic layer that has taken

Over. When I went into the school yesterday

The staff member who moved to another school was replaced

By someone who was complimentary in looks.

He must have wondered this earth,

To places where no one had ever gone.

The adventures through this timeless place overwhelmed him,

Taking so much that he hardly had any memories.

Just last year, when Evan died

too young to know about life.

A new kid from another hour,

Never seen before in the school

Promptly sat beside me at the desk,

Filling the empty forgotten space.

He must have stood in trees no different than these,

Sulking with his sorrows he dare not speak.

He grieved his losses, and a single friend set apart from the others,

The late sunset passes a shadow wall in the needles,

And he fades into an interchangeable forgotten space.