what will matter then,

when at the end of pursue?

day of demise –

death of need?

random as perhaps.

demur as don’t know.

always the same as before.

fitting epitaphs for graves of no longer can be…

why is it you linger here –

long after the sunset of allowed.

all that remains of could –

scattered along the shore of regret.

fragments of perchance

too small to reconnect.

was –

much too torn apart –

to be.