sometimes we slowly
walk away from those we love (
you can't die

I saw time
sitting on the
overpass

wait for a man
who fishtailed
on the road

look at his watch
which did not move
the world did not turn

write me

don't look -
I will not
be me

let me
sit quiet

grow
pure

until I
write
no more

suddenly he. shh
is not here. the box remains
missing me

could we epitaph
together in our private
I'll sit here

time past. present me
when will we silent. this one
stanza me

stand on ceremony
no! over there. thank you
so formal