leonard daranjo

Unfinished business
Unexpressed thought
Unhealed wounds
Unresolved differences
Made chronic by a sudden
And unexpected severance

The wind blows colder
The planet is lonelier
And I am older
And a whole lot wiser

Time is the frosty mirror
Mopped over to reflect
Our frailties, foibles
And pathetic forgetfulness
That our mortality lies
In the very physicality to which
We are so implacably attached