Mortality Beckons

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.