What is to be said
To Francois Seurel?
To each of us
When the path is lost?
What is to be done
When nostalgia swells
And becomes TOO MUCH
To bear?

I cannot stare
At re-opened wounds
For too long
They burn my eyes
Like the SUN
And I am TERRIBLY
Sorry

I'd rather lie to you
Than this EVISCERATION
But I cannot see
What else
Is left