gather stones:
the reckoning is here.
figure out
where and how
we lost what we had built up,
and why we just stopped

he travels,
looking for answers.
all he finds
once there, is
a different sort of cold,
but the same old life

you ask how:
this all came to be
not your way —
not my way —
but then — you already knew:
life’s intractable

morning shines
in your gray eyes, and
i wonder
how you’d feel
if this journey had been with
somebody better

come with me,
we can share some time,
complaining
about time
and how it cheats us out of
what we need the most

touch my hand
in the in-between

softly pass
but please know

what could never really be
has some existence

bring your ghosts —
we feed them daily.
even mine?
you may ask..
oh, friend, yours are the best kind:
ones that come to stay…

yes, we tried;
we didn’t succeed.
so, we’re here,
still trying:
committed to the struggle
and our place in it —

life is hard:
hard for everyone.
as for us —
we’ll keep trust,
knowing the perilous way
life deals in whimsies