Kit Kelen #1013 - just like that

1013

just like that

then one day gone

and you won't see me

just a few words left

of which I'm made

and only on paper

or inward of some memory

crept with a head off

often enough

nothing in the air at all

nor whiff of touch taste

in the offing

once I was wanted

spun of planet as you

and clung along with

still you can hear me

if you work to do that is

it's in your heart or here

and might have meant

something or other

rotating am

was an always unveiling I

this much of me remember

there isn't a way death does without

forget myself between times

and shhh I'll be secret so

no one will know where I've gone