My life 
is unimportant 
that I 
love and 
more importantly 
forgive is
what is 

Life and love 
at their essence 
isn’t ever about 
right or wrong 
winning or losing 
good or bad 
all it’s about 
and all that 
it’s ever been 
about is letting 
everything simply be 

I’m tired 
of thinking 
for thinking 
of while 
itself playful 
descends into 
thinking about 
and then 
at its 
most corrupt 
thinking for 

To be 
now wanted 
is far 
less important 
than once 
being had
for having 
been is
always better 
than hoping 
to be 
someone’s later

When I think 
of loving again 
at my age 
I know that 
having loved before 
I must get
this one right 
for it will 
be for better 
or for worse 
the last love 
for it will
likely be the 
love to which 
I whisper my 
last breath being
the death of 
me and love