Photographs - Spiral

I know her from photographs,

videos, journal entries,

the dead speak through

objects left behind.

Memories stored

from a life that I

would like to know.

Every thought, moment,

locked in a cascade of data.

I know everything about her

But she doesn’t know me

The impact is near.

Death is here.

I stare into the abyss.

The ship breaks apart.

Will the end hurt?

The door is closed.

I don’t want to die.

Is this the end?

I wish I could see her again.

I don’t have time.

I think of her.

My world explodes

in a flash of fiery red.

Her life scattered

on the hard drive.

Photographs, journals,

status updates

Images are

my only connection

to a woman

that once held me.

Words of the past

are my only future.