after all this time
now it feels like the end
time to let go
and call you a friend

i knew it would happen
and i try not to cry
you've moved on already
and i say 'so have i'

i still miss you every day
though you don't miss me
i can feel myself dissolving
from your memory

the silence, the drift
it makes my heart sore
you don't feel what i feel
not anymore

laughing for real
like when you can't breathe
and your eyes tear up
and the harder your friend laughs
the harder you laugh
and you keep being a fool
because it doesn't matter
and for once
you don't really care all that much
what anyone thinks

duality of the unexpected
and the common thread
woven through
since when
since always
every moment.
every moment you've existed
has shaped you
has made you
as a succession
of thousands
of  millions
of trillions
of-
moments.
a moment is nothing
and yet it makes up all of time

grandpa peyt is up late!
he usually can't wait
to be in bed by eight
his energies abate
new day clean slate
night owl? can't relate
he also thinks ben franklin's great