The only thing
That we’re charged
With in this
Life is simple
Do the absolute
Best you can
Not given circumstance
Upbringing or status
Simply the best
You can muster
Despite your shortcomings
No one is
Better than you
At doing you
Therefore be you
The best you
Because that’s one
Thing no one
Besides you is
Qualified to do
Your laughter peals
Like steeple bells
In some far
Off town reminding
Me of time
It sounds to
Me quiet like
Rain tapping the
Window and sometimes
As loud as
Rolling thunder across
Wheaten plains but
Mostly it’s those
Barely noticed giggles
That tickle me
Like snowflakes that
Alight on noses
What is it
Like to not
Remember to lose
Those things held
So dear or
Is it simply
The reference point
Which we lose
Do we miss
What’s gone if
We can’t remember
It being there
Or does its
Absence simply
Mean that there’s
Room for more
Even a door
Feels the pain
Of constant knocking
When it remains
Closed to everything
