Snapshot of Time

Frozen, that snapshot of moment, in the bowling alley hallway of the Los Angeles hospital, when they said you had passed, nowhere to hide when you told me you were sorry, and left me here, engulfed in this foreign place, where destiny led me by the hand, a soul agreement from long ago. That tiny photo of time we got, was one bright stanza, a two dimensional rainbow of movement and color, from beach to snow to desert to green, until the raven came and told me the hourglass was empty. And then one early December morn, you disappeared into a clearer direction of aura and love, where I cannot dwell.