as you depart
dress yourself up
or not at all
as you depart
we’re all losing
your carefully framed
images
of what’s left of you in them
hearing the silent
sorrowful whispers
of the past
or imagined times gone by
in the swaying willows
by the sea
real is what we speak of
unreal is what’s echoing back
faithfully
that’s why
dreams are beautiful
it’s because
they are only dreams
2025