It burns. It hurts. And it won’t stop.
like dynamite tip lit on unceasing spark
silently it continues its way down the spine
long submerged questions surface:
‘why did you leave’ – I wonder.
‘you don’t have it’ – I admit.
‘you don’t deserve’ -yes, yes. I know.
I thought I had spent enough tears
to mourn for youthful soul
perhaps I outlived my deadline.
perhaps this is a sign.
It’s been so cold. It’s been so bitter.
Perhaps I was long gone already,
just hoping for more.
Perhaps now is the time to let go.
It’s been a good run, no regret about it.
Now, leave while the going is good.
9.26.2021
Ralph with Coffee 