What happens to us? A poem…

What really happens when things disappear?
Are they lost forever or simply put away?
Do they find new homes, to others who
find them more useful?  Do they wonder
aimlessly to find their way back home?

What occurs when meaning loses its’
meaning?  Was it just a passing of time?
Does it become a fragment of the past or
become another’s future?  Or only a step
to something more desireable?

What takes place when memories are
forgotten?  Are they so easily replaced?
Blocked out from harm or sorrow, or
kept a secret that fades for not being
shared?  Or was it only made-up?

Where does one’s breath go?  Once it
exits the body, blending into the
mid-summer’s breeze?  Once it was
something life sustaining, only to
vanish and never be seen again.

Why does love come and go?  Is it
afraid of losing its host?  Or does
it seek those who’ve yet to discover
it?  So that all of life may share in
the answering of so many prayers?

What happens when we remember?
That when love comes we can breathe
as new memories are created and life
gains new meaning, does harm and
sorrow go, disappearing as it happens.


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