Maybe it’s easier to let you slip away than it is to say goodbye

So I hold my breath because in the countdown to death the question of why melts into when

How much time do we have left?

‘Cause if I knew what I know now then, move pen move

Write me a mountain because headstones are not big enough 

And my mother says “stop it, write me a poem to make me happy”

So I write this; Stay.

She smiles and says “gotta go”

I know, goodbye

Over the years it seems that aging is just not for me

Though I ache just below the knee and it flows through my heart

And all through the hearts I need

It’s not how it ‘ought to be

You’re falling away from me and it’s just not right

You’re falling away from me

It’s not right

But you make such beautiful words