Speaks out loud
little warning but certainly a presence
asking for names,
always another receptive person
to bear the blame of leaving too soon.
Take a closer look
for in the morning,
the afternoon after a game,
just when we think …
that conversation suddenly lasts.
He wanted the world to know,
even when we fought words,
still the stubborn reality of time,
would make allowance,
for final utterances, final moments.
What happens to the fight
when everyone loses time,
desire, opportunity, when the least
important aspect of love,
is suddenly is left for all the mourners.
We live, we laugh,
we carry on,
we decide upon virtue,
we land on an ideal,
yet mortality always knows why.