When did we become
irrelevant? We were poets!
We could turn a phrase.
Our lines could sit on a pin
so precise to spin in orbits around
what world's we once were.

Life goes on.
Not as good.
Still it breathes
wonderful life and
we can still touch and
kiss and god help us
be a man and woman
nearly die out of breath
but survive for tomorrow.
We'll live like this forever.