Nobody Dies Anymore

from all these places

I depart, have gone, left

to more places to leave

bereft of my presence.

how shall I linger? scratches,

scribbles on the wall

like a tar-mat; and I stand

petrified because I am disappearing

by the smile, tear, the laughter

loosed to be late for a meeting

elsewhere. I’ll see you soon,

yeah? don’t keep me waiting too long.

09/13/2015