I don’t 
expect to 
having once 
but maybe 
I miss 
remembering making 
be they
love or 
even memory
for now 
nothing does 
turning lake 
to marsh
to prairie 
to dune 
some things 
dry up 

Funny how 
progress doesn’t 
always advance 
but rather 
reduces things 
that once 
loomed large 
now smaller 
or gone 
from the 
world completely 
the eye 
always deceives 
usually size
and importance 
for things 
first seen 
frequently impress
but time 
and frequency 
lessens even
our very 
own lessons 

I’m putting everything 
to bed tucking 
it in and
turning out lights 
tonight’s the last 
that I’ll ever 
it’s funny this
now that I 
think about it 
from tomorrow on
half the bed
no longer sleeps 

I’ve gotten used 
to this now
not that it
was any different 
about you go
about I do
we just don’t 
go on about 
each other anymore 
who we are 
to each other 
or ever were
what difference anyway 
does it make 
now that we 
no longer us 
to anyone else 

To live 
is to
live true 
the truth 
whatever yours
is and
never was
is your 
beacon forward 
not only 
showing your 
way but 
the way 
for others 
to find
their truth 
and life