Funny thing life
at this age 
things deemed critical 
not so much 
a sigh now 
an oh well 
not that there’s 
tomorrow for those 
most of them 
anyway are behind 
better they’re there 
having been spent 
rather than saved 
for this now 
is too broken 
pieces of me 
scattered left behind
anchors of time 
holes where roots 
had once held 
nothing it seems 
is important anymore 
except maybe laughter
yes gimme laughter 

Forgotten you you
and you never
more to mention 
having been remembered 
too long and 
far too often 
let it rest
the things that 
haunt frequently awakened 
not by them 
but by me 
why do I
for the us
is now them
too just things 
that are forgotten 

I just extinguished 
the last lantern 
if you return 
you will have 
to find your 
way in darkness 
and by touch
for too have 
I gone silent 
this missing that
you were is
no longer are
for my windows 
too are shuttered
my door locked 
your way here 
and not home 
no longer invites
but instead accepts 
only come back 
if you will
and stay away 
if you must 
for that place 
is no longer 

I am absent 
of things and 
of people too
I’ve let go 
of those and 
almost everything else 
standing now alone 
on some plain
some other plane
of my existence 
my soul free
having become light 
I live to 
shine in darkness 
and only attract 
the weary traveler 
for my home 
and my heart
are comfort places 
for those very 
vulnerable few who 
wish to dare

So few
so less
not many 
or much 
at all
barren limbs
in summer 
lend very 
little shade 
leaving things 
to shine 
or dry
of no 
matter to
the tree 
and truth