Bittersweet the aftermath 
Now is inhospitable to our nostalgia
Tinted sephia in our minds eye
Tears trace the time we can’t have back
I was swallowed by the past
I’ve been no one since we fell off track
A wondering skeleton in the wreckage
Skin carved out in scars
A train wreck
Emptied of its corpse
No metamorphosis
Just a void
Where a boy used to be