Anelia’s Reviews > Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems > Status Update

I saw what the dead remember and what they forget.
Time spins through their watches but they don't age.
They never sense our death, nor perceive their life,
nothing of what I was or would be.
It's a chaos of personal pronouns.
"He" is in 'T'-"he" is in "you." No more whole and no more part.
No living one to say to a dead man: be me.