He passed on
another day had had enough
was ready to let it go
he passed the memories cluttered
left them on the shelf in
your heart quaking the gap
he passed them as he left
it was as they'd said those
last obscure glimpses and
stand alone images like company
one more visit he
passed the years
doing occasionally pondering the
being he passed
the tidbits on to those he remembered
to tell gifted morsels
resonate at grave side old stories
still told some died with
him and the past
it's this world's had enough of us
ReplyDeletewhen we run out of things to say