A new poem by yours truly:
Roll in, roll out
Memories thick like morning fog
Fresh in my mind, you use to be mine
Fading away before I could say goodbye
Killing time, wasting space
Since you’ve been gone I have lost my place
The only certainty I had was you
Wandering blind while living the past
Transcending beyond what is known
Disregarding reason and rhyme
As I dance to the impermanence of my existence
I am in a quandary to follow you home
