Tuesday, May 3, 2011


I try to explain as best I can
not negating those feelings.
Those feelings which feel so final.
So permanent.

So young, you are, I want to say.
So strong, you feel.
So permanent.

They are fleeting.

I can list one, two, three, four
those who came before.

Further back I can go,
one, two, three, four, five.
Oh, and six.

Those I loved.

With all my heart.

Decades later,
it is so easy to see.

Fleeting, those feelings.

But I remain.

And so will you.

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