2.05.2019

yes, ee

Everyone said, ‘I’m sure she’s been true…’
To thine own self
How hard do we try
Or how close do we come
To that hazy future
Imagined, but unable to reach

How much of that inability
Is holding too narrowly to one course
Pursuing nothing more than mirage
As drowning in the waters at our feet
Until submerged and

Starting a new life
We are reinvented
Not so much
Maybe reincarnated
Still a version of the same basic model
Perhaps more knowing or understanding
Always still trying
Or

Does this all mean, I haven’t
Learned
Anything of the world
And myself next to it
Occasionally within it

Comes a time
When choosing is the way
Since feeling is first; yes ee
But after comes the
Will
To do or not
To hold on by letting go
And as we grow to fill the space
Left by absence
Do We become more
Or only, do I?
Does she
Can she
Remember the love we shared

I’m still tending the fire
Letting the embers smolder
I remember the inferno of
The other

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