Why not....

Why not cry?
Why not shout?
Why not be?

~does anything matter,
when all have flown away;
leaving their foot-prints
where life used to be?~~

Let me wrestle,
alone.
I can see you all running away;
shaking your heads.

Why not,
turn, and look back,

at your words? :


Dissipating,

like fog;

like, every presence,

in inclement weather:

Soon to be gone...

...but, not forgotten.

~~[10/13/07]~~