Sunspots

The youthful wash

of bright vinyl, sweat

from face to toes.

Memories from cold

gym mats, fine days,

bright days, hopeful

as time passed, as

it ticked and shivered.

Memories and remorse

from the days, waxed

and waned- sunsets that

shined, smiled, and 

splashed across the sky.

Then nothingness, 

tearing across the sky,

an end as an end.