She and I reside together.
No less but a stranger,
Clinging to the phantom
Of her eldest daughter.

He’s away, excuses many
“Making a life for you.”
My life falls apart and
Where are you?

Charybdis swallowed them
Long ago.
No longer do I know
Where, who, what they are.

Fungi spread images
Tell tales of different lives,
Upturned curves and fancy lights
All that are faded lies.

Gone;
Not with the wind but
The last Haley’s comet.
Light years away.

Us three strangers.
With carved stone smiles
Breaking out sometimes
Beginning our unceasing mimes.