It’s Gone
Feeling
A capacity not broken,
But tamed.
It is a token,
Infected with shame.
Time
A currency of destiny,
One that is set.
We play against it desperately,
So place your daily bets.
People
Everywhere,
Even in unwanted places.
Breathing the same air,
Give life to dying faces.
Light,
Can go,
As fast as it were here.
Call it things we don’t know,
Call it things we hold dear.
He/She/They/It
We love them,
Because they are us.
Where our thoughts stem,
Living until they become dust.
I
Have been,
Is, and will be.
Writing above the din,
Take note of my plea.
You
Walked that road,
Little left to do.
To the whole world have you showed,
There is power in starting anew.
What’s Left
Hours in the sun,
Hours under the moon.
Hours that run,
Hours go by too soon.
And
It’s gone.
To M, C, K, K, & R.
Ave.
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