I pause and peel back all those years —
a time when we were small;
I see it now, — a placid pool,
time slowed unto a crawl.
I know this moment, know it well —
the time when I met you.
From here it seems a frozen place;
from there one ’mongst a slew.
You sat across me, smiling true;
I shied a wayward glance.
But that was you: bright and beaming,
so keen on taking chance.
I see this, and you fade to black,
just as my visions pass,
then comes back ‘pon an older we;
I see it all in glass.
I watch in dread; you smile at me —
and now I know the truth:
this is the last I’ll see of you,
your time cut short in youth.
Up to that day, you’d faded grey —
a fixture ’mongst the halls —
another face that passed me by,
as tacit as the walls.
And then one day you weren’t there,
a fact found puzzling —
that is until we heard the news,
a school left bumbling.
I saw the world for what it was:
a dreary, mortal mess;
your beaming smile left for good,
now some say Heaven bless’d.
And now I shiver, shaken still —
the sun stole out the sky.
For what can one still take as fact,
when Death comes passing by?
You died that day, a world lov’d girl —
n’er saw the chance to grow.
You took that day a piece from us,
stole by a fateful blow.
And yet I hope it not in vain —
though little of comfort —
the way in which each day may rise,
watch’d o’re by your slumber.
’tis true — I’m far from closest friend,
yet know please, sweetest girl,
the love which you did give in spades
each day from life’s short whirl.
In memoriam Lindsey Taylor Neal
3 January 1997 — 21 February 2013
— Asher Thomas Parker