If I didn't see climb the unwinding
Stair case of being.
To meet with the future me, and my old cats
And lost family.
You could still be panting on the rug,
And smiling like someone lost in puppy love.
You are a friend who,
Moved to,
The neighboring town.
Where I miss you, but hope that
You are happier where you are.
Lost in endless socks and resolve.
I still remember.
Here or not.
I still love you.
All the scribble lead to just that,
no end and no beginning
resolveless in this feeling
You're still dead.