R.E. Slater - Finality?

Finality?

by R.E. Slater

It was thundering outside.

Rain was falling hard.
It mimicked my lostness.
Life was closing up
and I couldn't stop it.
Vivid recall of the past
had been echoing
in my soul all week.
Maybe all month.
My past was present -
and it was surprisingly real.

Ancient memories rumbled -

they were falling hard.
And they were strong.
I was re-living my life
as I once experienced it.
They came suddenly.
As connected streams

of consciousness.
There was no difference
between now nor then,
today nor yesterday.

Things I shouldn't
have remembered
I floridly recalled.
Echoing across me
without bidding,
"Come in."
The distance startled

me all the more.
It came as lostness.
And grew numb to my
wishes to not enter.

Outside, the thunder rumbles.
The early spring rain fell hard.
Within, my conscious being
re-lives its ancient days.
Believed forgotten -

but not unlost.
Alive. Turbulent.
I ached across the years -
  the missed relationships,
  the missed moments,
but they are not ungone

as I once had thought.

R.E. Slater

March 6, 2026
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