What would I do with me, without you?
Do any of us know what might be true?
More than I was, less than I have been,
A piece of me missing, no nib in my pen.
scratching at life, yet, leaving no mark,
like rubbing two sticks without a spark.
Words are too weak, should I just quit?
Is your sacred fire what keeps mine lit?
If my dreams fleeting, passing clouds;
will I know wisdom before my shroud?
Sewn into canvas, dropped into the sea,
buried to nourish a yet unplanted tree.
Life into death into life, still unknown,
most likely the next life is not our own.
I wonder, the future is all wait and see,
what will you do with you, without me?
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