Memories of the walks, enjoying hot dogs and sugared lemonade in the parks
Now a closet, an empty one, an empty house and heart lives on,
Shattered memories of circus fairs and tram cards played -
Lest the joy of salty tears slip of my face and onto the black, cemented ground.

‘oh, how dark tis the air I breath, heavy, a smothered breath it is.
The remains of those past, not yet investing in the calling of his that, and that his.
Leave me, until a later date, another time when dusk and dawn shall meet.
‘Till the sun ripens, arises emerald green, with a smile upon its face and five lines beside it, encircling it
‘Till death does part of me this body, that I may also - leave this earth.
‘Till the ground paints itself with gold, with biblical prophecies embroidered in that ground.  

This journey, once named life now carved, engraved in stone abiding fates decisions -
as if thou life consists merely of one's destiny. As if life, my life tis thought of, precisely.
Possibly, just perhaps, maybe it is.