A vast
emptiness a
nothing now 
that only 
the Universe 
and all
its parts 
can fill
a lack
of missing 
for missing 
implies had
once but
this once 
has never 
been nor
ever will 
for this 
once is 
the forever 

It’s okay 
to make 
do when
all you 
have to 
make is
due but 
after time
do doesn’t 
do anymore 
when it 
happens to 
come true 

Sometimes the skinny
branches that we
so tightly cling
to don’t keep 
us from falling 
but rather keep
us from flying 

I don’t play 
pick me up 
whether it be 
friends or lovers 
or pieces of 
things I leave 
things where they 
are have fallen 
or run to
I go get 
and move on 
leaving them behind 
my present is
the only place 
to be found 

Let me be 
a thimble of 
yours guarding fingers
from the pokes 
and pointy parts
of life whilst
you darn those 
damn holes of
time worn through 
nary a blemish
or blot seen
it does seem 
once you’re done