November 2002
We have forgotten our births but remember our demise to come,
The long solitude of life renders odd
The umbilical union,
Accentuates the distancing of death.
...
As youths we will solidify ourselves,
Conquer the companionship of siblings
And question holding mother's hand
With adolescent selfdom.
We call it independance then.
....
We never lose it.
Some say the old will bend together,
But we delude ourselves who think so.
Perfidy and wisdom and a certain fear of death
Seclude even the unalone.
....
And we, the in-between, have learned
To accept the fact that love is spurned.
There is a reason why:
If someday we will die
Profoundly on our own,
We must bear a life essentially alone.
...
We are told this pleasant versing
But it doesn't help to be bitter in truth.
It doesn't help me from missing you;
I miss you stronger still.
It may be human nature,
But even so,
No one wants to be alone.
