Retrospect

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Retrospect


Sometimes I think of my life in retrospect

I examine it as if it was an insect

I rewind it as if it were a movie

Then I press play at the edge of insanity


I guide my eyes to see all that I can

I hit slow motion with my own two hands

I walk through the hallways of my own my mind

Then I think of everyone that gets left behind


I turn the corner in the corridor

I stare down at the polished white floor

And I think to myself where am I going

My mind is like a movie that's worth showing


This must be someone elses life

Or is it someone else's wife

Or is this dagger someone else's knife

Why are the people in this hallway so full of strife


These are the questions that get stuck in the brain

Like trying to hop on a moving train

Or trying to jump off of a very tall bridge

Just to see yourself at the bottom of the ridge


To close your eyes and feel the air while you're falling

To hear your own insanity calling

To rip open your own box of madness

To pause the exact moment we kiss


To play this moment over and over in my head

To hear all the I love you's that you've said

To replay every single time we've hugged

Just to inhale your spirit like a drug


To think of all the good times that we've had

To be able to pause the memory of my dad

Just to see all of the shining faces turn sad

When they watched the last film he had


He would be proud of my life's story

He was a military man with a lot of glory

He sometimes watches these shows with me

And in my heart he knows im happy


He wants me to continue this legacy with you

To bust open a chapter that's new

To continue this movie we are making

To go on every adventure that's worth taking


Because one day we will be walking through them doors

And we will leave behind the empty floors

We will say goodbye to all the faces

As we walk on to better places


And at the end of the hallway you will be waiting for me

You will hold the door open so gracefully

with that silly smile on your face

We will move forward into a new space


A.D. Small

June 16, 2022

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