Residue of lifePromulgation lost in the review mirror
Existence in hindsight
Acquiescence in the malaise
Sadness in the morose
Pragmatics the remainder
Death the hope
An old Jaguar down a gated drive
Covered in leaves
A dead sparrow on its back
I look for it each day
I see my life slipping through my fingers
Like the sands of time
I try to take stock of nothingness
I think about the absence of my children
The adjustments in time
The rejection of my love
The branding of my heart
The absence of kindness and love
I am the smoking residue
In dissipation
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