SELF

not here anymore

I.

the one who,slowly learned to talkand stumbled on every walk,is not here anymore

the one who,cried on first day of schooland got scared in a three feet pool,is not here anymore

the one who,was hit by a cupid’s crimeand scribbled verses that almost rhymed,is not here anymore

the one whose,guitar had twelve stringsand wrote tunes that could hardly sing,is not here anymore

the ones who,dared to fall in loveand dreamt of castles with stars above,are not here anymore

II.

the ones who,sailed miles and miles apartand had a solemn change of hearts,are not here anymore

the one who,discovered a whole new worldand questioned everything that was told,is not here anymore

the ones who,found magic once againspent thrilling summers and icy rains,are not here anymore

the ones who,made love on the beachand realized new depths that could be reached,are not here anymore

the ones who,crushed each other’s souland threw hearts in red charcoal,are not here anymore

III.

the one who,searched not knowing what to findcaught in sculptures of the mind,is not here anymore

the one who,did not know restraintsa part time sinner and a part time saint,is not here anymore

the one whose,soul had dark nightstill there appeared a blinding light,is not here anymore

the one who,slept last night in the bedwhere womb of stars caresses forehead,is not here anymore

the one who,discovered mysteries that are blessedand the dance of causeless auspiciousness,is not here anymore

IV.

now,in a blinking of an eyeboth the reader and the one who rhymed,“not here anymore”are not here anymoregone forevermore