ok well just leave me here
it just might make it easier
& just as the leaves turn to Fall
it's high time I slipped into gone.
into that fragrant place
that time forgets
where all is empty
& all our lives are spent.
remembering nothing
& holding it all
in the cup of our palm
like a bead of smooth balm
rubbed into our thin
excuse for skin
which will peel away
but refuse to fall.
night dies all around us
as the sun grows a new day
still it's as dark as the shadows
that remain in our way.
