Oh you were something, weren’t you. Something, again. Something
to be proud of, something to remain.
It’s gone now, gone. Never to remain.
It’s gone now and you are something different, something, again.
It doesn’t matter what you remember, what you forget and
what you wish would never be, again. They are all the same thing, something and
nothing, never again.
Be well, and be well, and be whole, again.
Listen, and listen, and be quiet, again.
Until you can disappear, all over again.
