What does it matter

that I may never see you

again?

What should it mean?

What should I do?

Am I expected to remember you

as a friend?

or as a lover?

Should I cry, or laugh?

Or maybe just let my eyes get red?

Should I wish I was alive?

or dead?

It means that I'm alone

and lonely.

That I keep myself alive by

fixing a cold grin on my face.

And I think of you as neither

a lover nor friend

But as a peaceful means

to a destined end

left behind.

©1997 Michael Meade