You’re so far away
Now that all I’m
Left with is the
Lingering scent of your
Cologne on my shirt
That I longingly notice
As I turn to
Speak to other people
Causing me to be
Far away from them
Too and with you
There so far away
You’re so far away
Now that all I’m
Left with is the
Lingering scent of your
Cologne on my shirt
That I longingly notice
As I turn to
Speak to other people
Causing me to be
Far away from them
Too and with you
There so far away
I used to enjoy
Walking across the tops
Of the picket fences
When I was younger
It was the height
That I most enjoyed
Feeling like a seraphim
High above the rabble
I felt absolutely free
Anointed and absolutely powerful
Also atop I balanced
And felt deliciously dangerous
One small misstep one
Strong wind one sin
Would cause me to
Fall as quickly as
Lucifer back to hell
Writing to me
Is like dieting
I shed unwanted
Pounds discarding thoughts
And memories and
Pain onto pages
Purging and eliminating
Mass and weight
Making me buoyant
Ready to tackle
The next dessert
Crossing my plate
After years and years
Of walking the fence
Of my long life
I have finally arrived
At the gate a
Creaky old thing that
Barely hangs upon its
Own hinges that moans
When it is opened
And growls when closed
Whomever thought that putting
The gate over here
And not back yonder
Either was wickedly humorous
Or knew better for
This gate I found
Eventually found was me
Every single beginning starts
With and end of
Some kind avoiding the
End never solves anything
Ends aren’t the problem
Getting there isn’t either
What seems to be
The problem for most
Is accepting the end
You simply cannot avoid
Inevitability it’s part of
The process of life
Such as a bird
Which soars to Heaven
Knows it must eventually
Land in order to fly