Saturday, June 1, 2019

Kit Kelen #1247 - first day of a death

1247
first day of a death

last of May, for Mervyn

on the gone-ness of one who was going


it’s so many years were before
and how is it I still am?

all hours sad with

in its early age still raise a glass

was there
without ever abandoning?

waves of the crisis when past

something is over
I keep up in the conversation
take the old advice

the living take care of themselves once again
(often not a pretty sight)

the taste of things is very far
how strangely time all up above

making it not make sense again

how can’t it be to come?
fare well

he never left
the world left him

we must be ghosts
though there are none

in every death’s eternity
here this all I am

never let go

say goodbye
when you are gone

and what’s the point of that?

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