Thinking of things
Dropped and lost
, but on a noisy calm night
the wetness of
the earth,
the shadow
of your breath
does more good than I can
to take inventory
and gives some indication
of what to do
with this
, my life,

and the moments
that never really happened
may still add up
but I can't stop thinking
of the pen I dropped
of the life I've lost
the strength I lack
but there is
tonight a chill
of a feeling
that come
some morning
the me I've lost
may still come back

Frank A. Possemato