This poem is about grief
From the B of the Bang to the tick of the tock
It starts with the B of the Bang
Then the ticking of the tock
The B is the promise
The untapped potential
Anticipation
First firsts
Excitement
Elation
First butterflies in the stomach
First melting of the heart
First love
First kiss
All the good fun parts
We rush to the G
Time seems so eternal
We’ll never be old
But there’s no truth in that kernel
With the pictures we snap
The moments we capture
The significance
Lots in pixels
Until dusted down thereafter
It was the B of the Bang
To the ticking of the tock
The ticking we can’t escape
No longer the en vogue
The hope of future fades
We’re now walking down the same old road
Now the ticking of the tock
It’s the knocking on the door
You know just what this means
The police car through the window
That second that time has stopped
And you don’t want to know any more
Time is now lost
No words to bring them back again
A goodbye without an answer
A photo scarred with tears of pain
Until the memory fades
And the dust begins to thicken
Loneliness takes us all
All our hearts are stricken
It was the B of the Bang
Then the ticking of the tock
Now the silence of forever
As we become forgot