Following Timed

Saying goodbye isn't enough,
it's sort of like loosing a part of you
or watching it leave as you walk by the door.
Or sometimes it is more like watching you
as you walk out and not coming back.
It's an interesting turn of events
realizing yourself as is
and not doing too much about it.
Being so tired
being so sick
what is it worth?

This time to say hello and goodbye,
it is worth the time of life
the energy and effort
it takes to crawl forward
and at times simply cry.
It is worth it to feel
even when it is simply pain
making it impossible to kneel
rendering speech impractical
because of what little remains.
This sacrifice of moment,
consequential of time,
is all that we have left.
To spend, invest, charm
and leave ways of deceit.

But here it is,
in all of its beautiful horror,
life remaining as it is
looking back
as you stare into the inky wells,
never blinking
without a smoldering statement.
Just as is.
Nothing more
nothing less,
nothing more than its own narcissistic embrace
of air in the moment of need
bleeding out all the faith indeed.
Making life remarkably unremarkable
one blessed step at a time.