Listen to the mind,

the travels we take,

so many wishes turned …

some a confusion,

many a profound

realization,

yet we do continue on,

fighting a pattern

refusing to allow

a certainty in knowledge,

a place we seldom visit

while caught in the throes

of handling our lives.

 

The other day, a letter arrived

speaking of thoughtful memory,

a sweet sort of legacy

one we have come to know

yet battles are freeing

the finality of time waning,

the wisdom of time

once in love

now in a causal display

of futility

brought upon our lives

to such a degree

we might stand upon an edge,

scrutiny aside,

a misbegotten melody

speaks only of a loss

simple serendipity.

 

We were once seemingly so alone

the grasp is passion we have known.