slow time repenting

I feel it’s fair to say

I’ve tried to live

high & wild at times

with the it seems


or is it


slow time repenting

at leisure

mixing these with memories

of great fun had

& the onlookers

shake their heads

cry to the sky

that boy is bad

while I wonder on them

their never having



as hers now

death has marked him

as hers now

a thin fine tattoo veil

drawn across that pale face

weighty enough

to pull down eyelids

corners of lips

create cant of eye

to distinguish what was

from what is now

& I do not tell him this

he knows

we all know

but only he can carry the burden

will bear until the end

we are forever onlookers

until she comes for us