Last Thoughts
Paper thin,
translucent skin.
Death’s lipstick
smeared.
Crinkle crackle,
veins and freckles.
Too soon, too soon
it’s always too soon.
The longest thing you’ll ever do,
and the shortest one too.
Never ever. Always.
Veils of mystery,
shaking shoulders.
Small rivers of tribute.
I wasn’t ready, were you?
Too little, too late,
lonely clanging gate.
Not the best, not the worst.
translucent skin.
Death’s lipstick
smeared.
Crinkle crackle,
veins and freckles.
Too soon, too soon
it’s always too soon.
The longest thing you’ll ever do,
and the shortest one too.
Never ever. Always.
Veils of mystery,
shaking shoulders.
Small rivers of tribute.
I wasn’t ready, were you?
Too little, too late,
lonely clanging gate.
Not the best, not the worst.
Moments of certainty,
moments of clarity.
Fogs of memory
deprived.
Twinkle sparkle,
eyes and love.
Why? Why you? Why now?
Why, why, why. Eternity.
Let go or hold on?
Remember or move on?
One. The Other. Both. None.
Lines of compassion,
utter existence.
Late night mourning.
Not me, not he. You.
Too soon, too soon,
always too soon.
moments of clarity.
Fogs of memory
deprived.
Twinkle sparkle,
eyes and love.
Why? Why you? Why now?
Why, why, why. Eternity.
Let go or hold on?
Remember or move on?
One. The Other. Both. None.
Lines of compassion,
utter existence.
Late night mourning.
Not me, not he. You.
Too soon, too soon,
always too soon.