Please Sleep - Joan Of Arc

I find beside 
a tragic addcidental 
still life: 
A single 
anonymous pearly ear 
ring, two Tylenol 
fetched but never 
swallowed, and a neat 
pile of ashes (who 
knows how old?) 

What you 
looked liked .What you 
look like. What you will 
look like. 

Me and you, a 
photobooth, black and white pic- 
ture proof: 
shamless 
time happens and passes 
shapelessly. And 
sometimes it's so 
much easier to 
miss someone 
before you really know them.