NINE O THREE

Time stood still, forever.
Children’s laughter,
Smiling faces,
Chubby cheeks,
Never to be complete.

Laughter clung
On Angels wings.
A smile froze
In a Blast.

I stepped over.
Now I reside.
A parallel universe.
On the other side,
Of the Blast.

In the twilight
I visit.
I see the roses you leave,
In my Brass Chair.
They have no thorns
For me.

The fragrance is sweet.
Like your love and pain.

A cool breeze at dawn.
In the shade, of
The Survivor tree.
My whisper rustles
The leaves,
On a hot summer day.

You knew me
Before Nine O Three.
Just know
I’m free.