whiteaker block party

ships

I've lost people.
waking to find them a memory.

will I watch them all go
or will I become lost in them?

my heart aches at the thought,
but I know it comes.

it is not important to pass everyday,
but to have a day with them.

to see them
and feel them
to give and take of them.

they may not come back
or stay
so always love the worst of them.

good is easy
good is given.

I will miss their perfect darkness
or they will miss mine.

to always meet them clear
and tender
is to honor their fragile beauty

in gratitude of this strange, sinking gift.

Do you know what I mean?