the lost man chronicles
book two: the art of love
the last goodbyes: it is but time
this is my last ride into the City.
alas, it is also my final hello.
and at five or so, i will be
bidding the last goodbye.
and i know what forever feels like now,
or i can imagine, for I can imagine,
and eternity seems to be a bit colder
than all that fantasy ever foretold.
nonetheless, i will persevere
through this harsh artic absence
which will assail when you disappear.
even if knowing it is but time
through which i must pine,
and which my heart must endure.
the art of living the art of love