Life and death 
are book ends 
holding together and 
keeping in place 
volumes we are
each hardback filled 
with stories of 
adventures and challenges 
triumphs and tragedies 
all bound together 
by sweat and 
tears and blood 
from broken hearts 
you go the
same way you 
came all alone
from the beginning 

I don’t miss
because I don’t 
live in the 
past I don’t 
yearn because I 
don’t live in 
the future I 
just am because 
I live only 
in the moment 

Trade this
for that
never I
will keep 
my quiet 
and you 
can keep 
your yakity-yak
my ears 
now swim
in silence 
and the 
noise that 
drools from 
mad mouths 
falls nowhere 
but onto 
the bibs
of committed 

What is so
interesting is that 
after all this 
my happiness wasn’t 
found amongst others 
but rather in
the little knot
known as the 
tree I am 
in the forest 
where they are 
and not were

Some people 
see trust
as something 
earned but
me I 
see trust
as something 
that’s lost 
and when 
it’s gone 
then so
goes you